Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Moon Travelers ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

(Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay, folks! Real life sucks at the moment, but I'll try to finish this. This is the second to last chapter, and I swear that there will be a sequel…. *grins* I think I'd be assassinated if I didn't promise one. Well, enjoy the next chapter! ~Cinaed)

// 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 was very pleased with my car when it didn't die on me, though it did give out a despairing screech when I pulled into my parking spot at the school. Several nearby students winced and gave me pitying looks, looks which I remembered all too well. I'd have to get Trunks to lend me that motorcycle more often.

"Where's your motorcycle?" One of them called to me as I stepped out of the car, slinging my shoulder bag as I did so.

"My friend is taking it into the shop for repairs. I might get to drive it here in a couple days or so," I informed him cheerfully, grinning as he smiled back. "Why, are you jealous?"

"My brother's got a bike, but it's nowhere near as gorgeous are your friend's is," he informed me, sounding slightly wistful. "Will you ask her where she got it?"

"I will, but the bike isn't an it, the bike's a she, and her name is Seele." I didn't bother to correct him on Trunks's sex.

"Okay, her name's Seele. I've got it." The young man grinned at me boyishly. "My brother's obsessed with his bike being called Lucy after his girlfriend…. I told him that's stupid and that he'll keep his bike longer than he'll keep Lucille, but oh well, he's love-struck."

I laughed, and offered him a slight shrug. "Love-struck basically means idiot. Trust me; it takes one to know one." I watched the student blink, not comprehending how I could mock myself so easily. Laughing once more, I patted him on the shoulder. "Get to class." With the same bewildered look on his face, the student nevertheless nodded and wandered off in the direction of his next class (hopefully). Snickering at the fact that I had actually managed to confuse someone instead of the other way around, I stuck my hands in my pockets and cheerfully whistled as I waltzed towards my classroom.

"Konnichiwa!" I called out to my class, just as I had the day before, grinning (probably rather stupidly) at the scattered group. Most of them were seated, but a couple of them were standing by the desks of their friends, chatting about this and that. My eyes quickly found Curtis and Angelo, and I was amused to note that the Italian was sprawled on top of the foreign exchange student's desk, laughing at something his boyfriend had said.

"Konnichiwa, Son-sama!" Curtis called out in reply, smiling back at me and waving a Japanese-English dictionary at me.

Grinning back, I folded my arms against my chest and glanced around the room, unable to keep from smiling. "Okay class, what would you like to chat about today? We blazed through Benzaiten yesterday, so we can spend a bit of time just talking."

Curtis raised his hand, but Angelo spoke up, grinning mischievously. "Why don't we talk about you, Professor Son? You've never told us about your life."

"My…life?" At my rather blank reply, several students snickered, including Angelo.

"Yeah, your life. As in, where in Japan you were born, if you have any siblings, why you came here." The Italian paused before grinning mischievously once more. "How many times you've gotten laid, how many relationships you've been in, what-"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" The majority of my class was in hysterics, just as the majority of my blood had rushed to my face. Running a hand through my hair and reminding myself to have a little `chat' with Angelo later, I shifted in my stance and began, sounding uncomfortable even to my own ears. I wasn't about to tell them that my father was the famous Son Goku who had saved the world countless times and that I had helped save it once or twice, so I was attempting to keep the answers to the bare minimum without being boring.

"Well, there's not much to tell. I'm Goten Son, and I'm thirty-one…and you are not allowed to comment on my age!" The last part of the sentence was added rather hastily as Aldo grinned and opened his mouth to speak. Ignoring the Sicilian's disappointed look, I continued. "My father, Goku, and my mother, Chi-chi, live in a small cottage in the forests of Japan and I'm not telling you where it is just on the off-chance if any of you should end up in Japan I don't want my parents to be frightened." Most of my students grinned good-naturedly at the tease, but of course someone had to speak up. Only, this time it was Curtis.

"You know, there /are/ hackers in this college. We could easily just go to them and get all of your personal information. As in, where your parents are."

I blinked, and rolled my eyes. "Okay, almighty hackers, I beseech thee not to let anyone know about the whereabouts of my parents…. My mother's old and scary and you don't want to mess with her… or her frying pan." Ignoring my students' snickers, I kept going. "Anyway, I have an older brother named Gohan who is happily married. He's a high school teacher at Satan City High in Japan. I have a twenty-one-year-old niece named Pan who goes to a prestigious university. She's already a famous architect." I paused, and rubbed the back of my neck. "Anything else you wanted to know?"

"Yeah, why'd you leave Japan and your family?" Angelo again.

"Because I've always wanted to live in a foreign land and Italy just happened to be the one I ended up in. I'd taken Italian as my language during college and English during high school, so it seemed like a great job opportunity."

"So you left your family in Japan and have been in Italy ever since you graduated college?"

"Yes…."

"Why do I get the feeling that there's a woe-begotten lover somewhere hidden in your story?" Angel declared, causing more laughter to ring through the room as I flushed hotly and rolled my eyes.

"I think you've read too many romance novels, Angelo," I stated, shaking my head. "I've only had two relationships in my life, and my girlfriend in college and I parted on good terms…." I paused, wrinkling my nose. "Okay, so I found her in bed with a guy in my Chinese Literature class…. Still, I wasn't /that/ heart-broken and we hadn't been planning to get married or anything. Like I said, too many romance novels, Angelo."

Angelo grinned and opened his mouth for some smart aleck retort, but was interrupted by the door swinging open and a very smug Gure sauntering in. Most of my class automatically bristled but kept quiet as the teacher smirked at me, looking self-righteous.

"The Board wants to speak to you right now, Son." He folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at me, awaiting a response.

I rubbed the back of my neck, cursing inwardly. I should have realized he'd have ratted me out this quickly to the Board. Oh well, off to make a plea for my job. "I refuse to lose my job because I drove a motorcycle to school, Gure," I informed him, not budging from my standing position. "Not to mention I'm in the middle of a class. Did the Board forget about my schedule?"

"I'll be teaching your first class today," the other teacher informed me, the same smirk on his face. I mentally gagged in horror as many of my students made faces and fought back groans. "Now, go." His edict made it seem as if he had all of the control, and my temper rose.

Narrowing my eyes, I decided to pull a stunt that Trunks would have done. I marched over to Gure, stepping towards him so that we were face to face. "Don't order me around, Gure, and do not torment my students," I growled out, glaring at him with all the venom I could muster. Which, seeing as the man was Gure, was a lot of venom. "If any of my students tell me that you said something racist or sexist or homophobic, I will have your ass in front of the Board and for once be a squealer!"

Feeling satisfied at the shocked look that the other man had on his face, I turned towards my class and added, "We were on page 467, if you'd be so kind to show Professor Gure, Class." I almost laughed as I exited the room, hearing several snorts of laughter coming from the bookworms of the class. That page began the chapter for the divinity of sex. Gure ought to have fun with that…. God, I loved being evil.

~*~

I entered the School Board's room and mentally sighed at the reproving stares that met me at the door.

"G-Professor Gure said you wanted to see me, sirs and madams?" I inquired, my smile perhaps a tad nervous as I shifted uncomfortably before them, feeling like a little kid again when Mom had caught me trying to sneak food before dinner.

"Yes, Mister Son, we have been informed that you drove a motorcycle to school and that the motorcycle remained on college grounds during your class yesterday." The head of the Board gazed at me sternly, his face surrounded by a shock of white hair against Italian tanned skin. "You do realize that the action was against the rules of our school, correct?"

"Yes, sir." I kept my tone as humble as possible. After all, maybe if I seemed all quiet and submissive, they'd think I was sorry and not punish me….the keyword being maybe.

"You also realize that we have full rights to put you on a two-week suspension with no pay because of that offense, right?"

My meek and compliant plan went out the window as my head snapped up and I gazed in shock at the board members, all of whom gazed sternly back at me. "Meaning no insult, sir, but I think that would be very unfair even if you had rights to."

"Oh, really?" It was hard to tell whether the head of the Board was amused at my gall or annoyed by it. "Care to explain?"

I opted for humor. Maybe if he was amused, he might not punish me so much. I swallowed hard before beginning my explanation. "Well, if you all haven't seen my car, you may have heard it, screeching like a dying creature every time I pull into my reserved parking space. So when a friend let me use his transportation for once, I leapt at the chance. Unfortunately, the only ride he could offer me was his motorcycle. So I drove it, and parked it." I paused before rushing forward. "The fact of the matter, sirs and madams, is that the rule about motorcycles shouldn't be a rule at all. Most students find it far easier to afford a motorcycle than a car, and there really is no reason for the kids to not be allowed to have bikes on school property."

The head of the Board raised his eyebrow, no expression on his face. "Very well, Mister Son, we will discuss your feelings and call you back in a few hours or so."

"Um, thanks," I said, scratching the back of my head and offering them a crooked grin. "Then I'm dismissed back to my class?"

"No, Mister Son, actually, we'd like you to go to the college library and take a look at the rulebook." The head of the Board had a definite smirk on his face as I gawked at him. "See when the rule for motorcycles was installed and why. Do our work for us."

"Um…. Sure, sir, whatever you say…." I muttered, inching towards the door. Why did I get the feeling he was making fun of me? Oh well, at least he hadn't automatically suspended me….

Exiting the room, I shrugged and headed towards the library. Oh well, I could do what they told me, and let my students torment Gure some more…. I was sure I'd hear a lot about it from Angelo later.

~*~

"Mister Son?" I glanced up from the computer, rubbing a hand across my eyes wearily. Gazing for an hour and a half at the computer screen going over school records really strained a person's eyes. "The school board wants to see you again."

"Thank you," I said, smiling at the intern, who grinned nervously back before disappearing to who knows where. Stiffening my resolve, I marched towards the office once more; trying to calm myself by repeating in my head that if I got suspended, that meant two whole weeks with Trunks.

I entered the room, all of the board's eyes on me once more. I fidgeted, uncomfortable. At least none of my students were judging me with their eyes…. Okay, so they were, but in an amusing way that meant joking.

"Mister Son, we have decided not to suspend you." Before the smile on my face could grow too wide, however, the head board-member added, "You will not be allowed to drive that motorcycle to school until we have gone over the rule and decided whether or not the rule will be changed. That will take a couple weeks."

"That sounds reasonable, sir," I agreed, trying to keep from goofily grinning. "I won't drive the motorcycle here until I'm allowed to, and I won't if you all decide no one is allowed to."

"Very well. You may teach your second class of the day, Mister Son."

"Thanks," I replied, eager to get away from those judging eyes. I fled the room and hurried to my classroom, just in time to see my students flee the room, relieved looks on their visages.

"Mister Son!" Aldo skidded to a stop in front of me. "Please say you're not in trouble!"

"No, I was just threatened with suspension," I admitted, noticing his extremely thankful look. "Did Gure do anything?"

Aldo snickered. "The better question is: did Angelo do anything to Gure?" Without waiting for my response, he followed the flood of students and vanished out of sight.

Unable to hide a smirk, I sauntered, much in the smug manner Gure had, into my classroom, just in time to hear Gure yell, "You stupid idiot!" My eyes landed on Angelo, who was smirking in front of the red-faced professor, Curtis hovering anxiously beside the Italian.

I bit back my smirk. "Angelo, have you been terrorizing a teacher?"

"All I said was that he must not have gotten laid lately if he couldn't talk about the goddess of sex," the Italian stated with an innocent look.

I couldn't help but laugh, earning a dirty look from Gure. "Angelo, get the hell out of here…. You too, Curtis." My tone revealed my amusement, but I added for show, "During the next class, Angelo, we're going to be learning about how Japanese mythology taught respect for their elders…. Like their teachers."

A lazy smirk gracing his features, Angelo shrugged. "Whatever you say, Professor." He waltzed past me, Curtis following anxiously behind.

As soon as the two had left, I raised an eyebrow at Gure. "Did you have fun with my class, Gure?"

The other teacher glared at me and proceeded to storm from the room, answering my question. I waited a few more seconds after the door slammed loudly to burst out laughing. That had been all too perfect.

~*~

Once my second class ended, I fairly bolted from the classroom, ahead of my students. I couldn't wait to tell Trunks about my day! I was certain he'd enjoy my prank on Gure, and be amused by Angelo's antics.

My car nearly flew over the paved street as I cheerfully hummed a few off-key bars of a song Trunks and I had liked during college. Maybe we could have Angelo and Curtis over for dinner during the weekend, a dinner that would involve me not slumped over groaning as Angelo and Trunks teased me mercilessly.

I jerked to a stop and tumbled from the car, grinning as I expected my lavender-haired lover to be waiting in the doorway for me. When my eyes didn't catch sight of him, I figure he must be waiting inside with a surprise.

I noted that he had put his bike in the shop, even as I did a foxtrot into the house, calling out at the top of my voice, "Guess what happened as school today?" Silence greeted me, and I couldn't help but pout, muttering, "Well, good evening to you too, lover…."

No longer doing a foxtrot, I entered the kitchen, glancing around for Trunks. Maybe he was still getting Seele fixed? Then my eyes fell upon a white piece of paper on the table. A small twinge of uneasy beginning in my stomach, I picked up the paper.

// Dear Chibi,

I know you may not believe me, but something's come up. My past has come back to haunt me, if you wish to put it that way, and I can't put you into this kind of danger. I'll try to come back soon, but I can't promise anything. Remember, if anyone asks, I'm Veilchen Reiter, and we were simply friends in college. Nothing more. That's all you're to tell anyone.

I'm truly sorry Chibi, but you can't possibly understand what's going on. Just know that I love you and I will try to come back. I just can't promise to.

Yours always,

Trunks

P.S. Please destroy this letter once you've read this. T. //

The paper dropped from my suddenly nerveless hands to flutter to the table like a lifeless dove.

(To be continued….)