| Disclaimer: Nope! Don�t own DBZ. Sorry. *** This is just a funny romance idea that �came� to me when I was out thinkin�. Oh well � hope you like it! P.S. - I had NO idea what to title it� THE SCHOOL/HISTORY ASSIGNMENT/DRIVING TEST FROM MIRAI HELL CHAPTER 1 Annie brushed her long blonde hair behind her ear and read the paper in front of her with her green eyes. �This is what I dug up: His name is Trunks Brief, son of Bulma Brief. And we all know her-� �Annie! We don�t care about that � what classes is he taking and how old is he?� The girl named Annie sighed. Her friends Hidaru and Pat were pressing her for information on the newest student at their high school. He had long purple hair, mysterious blue eyes, and looked older than a normal high school attendant. �Ummm�� Anni began. �He�s twenty-three according to the school records and he�s in� my history class� and the Advanced Science course I�m taking� Pre-Calculus �� �I�m in Pre-Calaulus! Yes!� Pat exclaimed. Hidaru grabbed the packet out of Annie�s hands. �Damn! He�s not in any of my flippin� classes.� Annie laughed at her two friends. They were all eighteen years old and seniors in high school. Pat and Hidaru were totally boy-crazy in every sense of the term, whereas Annie was more into her school life and science. She also loved to solve puzzles and hack into computer systems� much like she had done to get the information on Trunks Brief. Annie stood up and shouldered her backpack. �Well, I�m off to Science� I�ll see Mr. Mystery Heart-throb there,� she said, rolling her eyes, and walking away. The bell rang to end Science and Annie looked over at Trunks. He sat at his desk, still furiously scribbling notes out of his textbook. He had his hair pulled out of his face in a ponytail and his blue eyes were locked in concentration. He wore boots and baggy black pants, and a white long-sleeved shirts. Annie rose out of her chair and sat in the desk next to his. �The bell rang.� She stated. Trunks looked up. �Oh, I know, but my next class is history and it�s right next door.� �My next class is history, too,� Annie remarked. She took a breath� �Um, so you like science?� �My mom got me into it.� Annie nodded her head. �I see.� She sat there for a few more seconds. �Well� See ya in history!� Annie walked out the door. �Can someone say anti-social?� She remarked quietly to herself. Trunks' history teacher drowned on...�So, to recap, your projects are due on the 27th�� Oh goody, Trunks thought. �� and they have to be on a RECENT event in history. Does anyone know what they would like to do their projects on?� Annie raised her hand. �The androids.� The teacher stared at her for a moment, then wrote down �Annie- Androids� on her paper. �Anyone else?� Trunks sat staring at Annie, the one who had talked to him after Science. What does she care about the androids? Trunks thought. Hmm� He raised his hand. �Trunks?� The teacher asked. �I�d like to do mine on the effects of the android attacks on the economy�a before and after kind of thing.� The teacher again stared. �Alright!� She exclaimed, writing down �Trunks - Effects of androids on economy� Trunks turned toward Annie. �Maybe we can get together at the library since our topics are kind of similar and help each other out.� Annie nodded. �Okay.� Trunks grinned and sat back in his seat, he wanted to keep am eye on anyone interested in the androids. �So that was basically my day, mom, but I have the most boring history teacher on the planet. I mean, she talks... like...this,� Trunks said, talking in a clipped and monotone voice as he opening the refrigerator and gulping down a half gallon carton of milk. He had left out the part about Annie and the Androids. �Sounds interesting,� Bulma replied. Trunks shrugged his shoulders. �It was okay. Well, I thought you�d just want to know, since it was your idea for me to start high school. But I think I�d better be getting back to my apartment, I have loads of homework.� Bulma sighed, �I�m glad that you decided to resume your education, and I taught you a lot so you could enter as a senior but you know what?� �What?� �You don�t have a license.� �What does it matter?� �Well�� Bulma thought for a second. �If you want to act even halfway normal you can�t fly around your friends. I mean, what if they invite you to see a movie? They�re going to wonder how you got there.� �Mom� I really don�t need this�� �Need what? How hard is it to get your driver�s license?� Bulma questioned. �Very� I�m trying to keep an eye on someone at my school.� Trunks threw the carton into the trash. �Oh?� Bulma inquired. Whu did her son, of all people, always get into these situations? �Yeah, she seems interested in the Androids and-� �She?� Bulma said, eyebrows raised. �Stop it.� �Stop what?� �You know.� �No� I don�t.� �Yes you do.� �No.� �Yes.� �No.� �Yes.� �No.� �Okay mom. Stop! You are trying to hook me up with some eighteen-year-old-senior-high-school-girl-who-has some-weird-thing-for- the-androids!� �No I wasn�t.� �Yes you were.� �No I wasn�t.� �Okay, I�m not starting this again.� Bulma laughed. �Alright� get back to your apartment and do your 'loads of homework.' � Trunks looked in the refrigerator one last time, grabbed and apple, and took off out the window. �Bye!� Bulma ran over to the window. "AND DAMMIT TRUNKS... BUY YOUR OWN DAMN FOOD!!!!!!" She turned away. "Kid's going to literally eat me out of house and home." *** This one ain�t that great but it�s working up to it. Trust me� the title says everything. Coming up: What does Annie find at the library that lets her in on a little clue to a big secret? And what will she do about it� hee hee hee ::I stop typing as I turn to Trunks and scream:: TRUNKS! WATCH YOUR BACK! |