Domination

I worked my ass off trying to describe the highschool of this series... it was realy hard because there is no description and truly no pictures of it... SO, instead, I have described it like my old highschool I went to in Indiana [Carmel Highschool] that was enormous and the top 5 in the nation. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT in any way shape or form. But I do own the story and the idea. I also own the characters not related to Dragonball Z.

Warnings: Naughty suggestions, boy/boy flirting, hints towards madness. Thats about it.

This story dedicated to those that has experienced any of these events or have been harassed for being "different." There are people like me out there that care and am doing something about it. I love you. You are always in my thoughts.

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Chapter 8: Orange Star High

“Tonight on the 6 o’ clock news, a groundbreaking story that leaves many fearful and shocked. Just 3 hours ago, the body of Craig Carter was found with his face mauled by concrete. Police and investigators will not be releasing any photos and are stating that they are lucky that they could recognize the young man at all. Parents are fearful for their children that should be attending school here at Orange Star High in only 2 days. Now the Board of Education is holding school off for another 2-3 weeks while the investigation continues. Unfortunately, none of the security cameras were working, workers saying that they were running late in traffic. The principal of Orange Star High wants to assure the students and parents that they have nothing to worry about and because of the delay in schedule, school will be extended for 2-3 weeks during the summer…”

“What?! That’s not fair!” Trunks hollered, jumping out of his seat, signs of anger played across his features. He made a face and threw his food down, making a scene.

“Calm down, brat. It’s not the end of the world…” Vegeta scorned, arms crossed watching on the monstrous television screen the news story. Goku sat next to him, shocked that the horrible murder had only taken place hours ago.

“Shut up you old pervert! It is the end of the world!” Trunks stomped around and stared at the TV.

Goku watched as the remote sailed towards the lavender-haired prince’s head. A loud “KONK” noise, Trunks’ whiney complaint and the satisfied grunt of Vegeta was all that the low-class had to distract him from the story. He was worried to death for Goten, even though he knew that Goten was at home with his ex. The Saiyan rose to his feet and walked out of the house, the noise of the two royalties fighting falling silent behind him, and ITed away.

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Goten’s POV

I don’t know what to feel right now… I feel… sort of dead inside. I am watching the news story of my crime and… I…

“Police, investigators, friends, and family cannot figure out why anybody would want to murder Craig (Especially in the brutal manner that they did.). They say that he was a great person; an athlete, a friend and popular among the students. His friends say that he did have some enemies, but like most popular kids, that was common. But to go as far as murder is unheard of. Crime scene specialist’s say that the face of Mr. Carter was shoved repeatedly into the school building with massive force no living being could put out. With no evidence, we are afraid that the case will be longer than expected. What some criminal psychologists could make out from the vicious murder was that it was a crime of hate. Even an impulse in an unstable person. There will be more updates as the night rolls on so be sure to stay tuned…”

I looked over to my drunken mother who was slurring her words together about how I should be home schooled but I wasn’t that important. She went on saying how when she home schooled Gohan he was never in danger of anything like murderers or things like that. At least until my father “interrupted his life”. But he was her special boy. She says that Gohan was her precious baby and that he was her greatest and only treasure. Gohan was this, Gohan was that…

“Gohan needs to grow a dick and stop depending on his fucked up mother…” I mumbled and she glared at me, her face turning a shade of red I thought humorous.

Before I knew it I was hit across my face with her hand. I stared at her, shocked at her action. It didn’t hurt of course, but the pain in the realization was enough to make tears come to my eyes. I didn’t want to believe that my mother loved Gohan more than me. I wanted to believe that she loved her 2 boys the same like every other mother does. I was way wrong. I seethed at her and growled, making the anger on her face only worsen. “How DARE you talk about your brother like that! He has accomplished more than you could ever even dream of you faggot!” She screamed.

That word… ‘Faggot’ always makes me edgy—or violent.

I stood up to and went at her. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently. “What did you call me?!” I screamed and shook her some more, my inhuman strength scaring her into reality that I wasn’t human like her. Not human at all, like Gohan.

Now I see why Vegeta is so disappointed in Gohan. He expected Gohan to be a brilliant warrior, not some middle class worker with a cheap wife. Even I was expecting great things like that. I hated it when Gohan told us he was getting married to the spoiled Videl and he wanted to be a professor. I hated him for leaving me for her, I hated him for leaving me with my damned mother, I hated him. I was so much like Vegeta now that it was scary.

I can see clearly in my mind the hate I have for my brother and the adoration and love I have for Vegeta. I see it clearly in my mind even though my eyes could not see to witness that I was pulled away from my mother with a hard yank. I finally became aware of my surroundings to see that my father had me in his grip and my mother was holding her throat, acting as though I was choking her. “What’s wrong with you, Goten?!” I could hear my father demand, his worry for his precious faggot son coming too late.

“We here at Channel 7 news do urge parents and students to be safe but to not be alarmed. The police force is doing their best to find a suspect and get him behind bars before he completely dominates our fears. The funeral for…”

I began to laugh suddenly. The idea of dominating sounded so bittersweet. I laughed and laughed while I watched the news repeat the same footage of the school grounds over again. I laughed so hard when I watched my mother look at me with a face that held fear and confusion. I especially laughed when I heard my father’s innocent voice ask me time and time again:

“Goten! What’s wrong with you?!”

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August 12

A week has gone by and still no progress on the “face murderer.” Its old news now; reporters have moved on to better stories and new ideas. I doubt they will ever solve the crime that I committed. Now that I really think about it, I am very afraid. Not of getting caught, but of my action itself. I never thought that I, Son Goten, was capable of murder like that. And the thing is, I was only angry. I felt such anger towards that guy that I went as far as KILLING him. I didn’t even know him either. I don’t want to be toyed with. I will NOT let people, like Trunks, try to control me. I will bash their faces in a thousand times over before I let them hurt me like Trunks hurt me. Fuck them all. I wonder how long I can go before I do something this drastic like this again… I am afraid that one day I may not be able to control myself. I am afraid that I might kill again. But why? Why do I have this sudden urge to let myself go like this and allow the new part of my mind take over? It doesn’t make any sense… Am I really going crazy? Am I doomed to a future of covering up my murders and trying to live normally? I am so afraid. So fucking afraid… of myself…

--Son Goten

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I saw a beautiful family the day before school while I was walking downtown; a nicely sized family of 5 that all but oozed money. They looked foreign to me, nothing like the locals of today. A mother and father, 2 older boys and a small girl. All but the mother and little girl had jet black hair and gorgeous green eyes. Each wearing clothes that was worth more than Bulma’s highest price flying car. Each so clean looking and worth millions that I was in awe.

I usually despise people like this family that I saw but there was something about them… not only did they carry themselves like they were so rich beyond imagination, but they all carried themselves like they had and demanded power; tons of power. I wanted to feel hate for these people but… I just couldn’t. Especially when I laid my eyes on the younger of the 2 sons.

He was the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. He had thick, medium length black hair that was liberty spiked and he wore a black Dolce & Gabbana pinstripe suit worth at least $3,000. He was tall, and clearly had muscles that were submitted beneath the suit. When I passed him on the street, noticing that his eyes were lined with a hint of black eyeliner, I couldn’t help but look into his eyes despite my paranoia. He looked right into mine and it took my breath away. Not only were his eyes the most beautiful green color I had ever seen, but they were also gold around the iris. His deep eyes caught mine in a moment that I could almost feel a connection. It seemed like an eternity before I walked passed him.

Then after that, I looked behind me to see him look me up and down with a drop dead gorgeous smirk on his face. I swear the blush on my face made me look like a red balloon. ‘He’s checking me out?!’ I kept thinking. My mind was racing and for the first time in my life, I felt very sexy. I couldn’t stop grinning at him and he blew a very seductive kiss at me. I giggled and didn’t even feel like an idiot. That was until I ran into a street pole, smacking the back of my head and falling onto the sidewalk. My head snapped up to see the gorgeous man laugh and wink at me, then he put on coach sunglasses and walked on with his beautiful family.

I was in love…

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First day of high school…

My heart is racing. I feel lightheaded. I vomited twice today, and once wasn’t because of my mother’s sudden horrible cooking. I have an urge to runaway and never look back. But I have no where to run to. No where to hide from the demons I am about to face. I don’t know what I’m more afraid of. The fact that it is high school, or the fact that I’m the only faggot Goth there. If I thought the last days of middle school were bad with my harassments, then I was sure in for a trip now.

Orange Star High. The most feared high school in the state. We are always national champions in every category you can think of; math, science, history, sports, art, etc. Other schools hear our name and cringe or cry out in hate. It is the best school you could go to (this is known obviously for the hundreds of national awards we have). We sit on 10 acres of land and our school is half a mile wide with 4 floors. We have 10 gyms, 35 computer rooms, 2 cafeterias, 3 Olympic sized pools, 10 tennis courts, an NFL sized football field, 300 different classes to take, and a nature trail that is 2 miles long. We brag that we send over 94% of our students to college and more than half do outstanding on our SAT scores.

How CAN you compete with a school like that?

What they also have is no one like me. I don’t think I have EVER heard of someone who was gothic, or gay, or “different” from the normal. And me being all that rolled into one just… just makes it worse. I don’t know what I am going to be able to do.

I walk into the giant school now, sweat running down my back and face. I feel sick again as I see the faces of disgust or hate like the guy I killed. I hear the voices of people calling me a “queer” and “freak” (probably because of the eyeliner and all black clothes) and I hold back the urge to either cry or hit someone. Either way, my eyes are watering up. I barely remember getting my schedule and going to my “Sa-Sq” homeroom that was on the 2nd floor. Entering the room, I look at the faces of people that are stereotyped as “prep” or “jock” and take a few steps back. Many of them were Trunks' friends. As students fill the desks, I am left to stand by the door afraid to look at the eyes of everyone.

Our teacher, who we will be with for the next 4 years, walks in the room and the boys all start to hoot and holler. She was a beautiful woman with long legs and thick red hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades. Her green eyes that hid behind glasses, and large breasts for the guys, capture all of our attention. She puts down a huge stack of green pamphlets and clears her throat.

“Hello, my precious freshmen. My name is Ms. Saiyuri. I will be taking care of you for the next 4 years.” She looks at me and noticed that I didn’t have a desk to sit in. She grabs a chair and sets in next to me, her curvy body making all the guys whistle. I just lowered my head and sat down. “Now, I want to start by hearing your name and a hobby of yours. Then I will pass out these ‘lovely’ green packets and read through it all with you.” She picked up a clipboard and called out a name. The boy she called out stood up and started off the “getting to know you” game, while passing out the huge packets.

“Yo. My name is Kyle Sanders and my hobby is hockey. But my hobby can also be takin care of you Ms. Say my name.” He grinned and sat down, giving his friends a high five. Our homeroom teacher wrote something and gave it to the kid. “What?! Detention already?!” he moaned out and the whole class laughed.

“Yes, Mr. Sanders. I hope you come to realize that I will not tolerate any behavior like your own towards me or,” she looked at me and winked, “anyone else.” She adjusted her glasses and moved on down the list. Everybody explained a hobby that they loved and the whole class clapped for them. Then she reached me. "Mr. Son? What about you?"

Everone turned to look at me. The same looks of disgust and remarks that I got wondering around the school started up again. My heart raced again and I fought the urge to attack someone in fear. "Erm..." I looked at Ms. Saiyuri and she nodded in encouragement. "I'm Son Goten..." I mumbled and I heard several people snicker. "I uh... don't have any hobbies..." I mumbled again and sat in my chair.

"Yeah he does! He gets cork-screwed all the time!" that Kyle kid remarked and the whole class laughed at me. The blush on my face gave me a headache. I think I could cook something on there, it was so hot. Ms. Saiyuri looked at me with sympathy and demanded that Kyle march his ass to the principal. Everyone started talking really loud and pointing fingers at me. What did I do? Is is my fault again?

Our teacher settled the class down and went over our giant packets with us. I stayed near the door my face red and I was fighting back tears. I really wish that I had run away now. While Ms. Saiyuri talked, I looked down at my schedule and tried to memorize it. ‘Physical Science, Geography, PE, Lunch, Algebra 1, Spanish 1, Art 1-A, and 9 Literature/ Grammar…’ I kept repeating over in my head. I sighed and hid my face behind my paper. I hope that the day doesn’t get any worse…

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Physical Science

I walked into the room and immediately sat down at the back table. Trying to distract myself from all the students walking into the room, I looked all around at the posters and things hanging from the ceiling. I heard all kinds of voices and seats getting scraped across the floor as people sat down. No one sat next to me yet and I was truly relieved. As the room filled, our teacher- my brother- walked in. I watched him and he gave the classic Son smile and the girls swooned. Now that I think about it, my brother was quite handsome.

“Welcome to Physical Science, class. I hope that we have a great year together!” He spoke and wrote his name on the board. “I’m Mr. Son and--” He turned, hearing the gasps and looked at the class, who were all staring at me. I panicked and sunk my head down, staring at my schedule again. I heard my brother walk over and put his hand on my shoulder. “Yes, this is my little brother, Goten. I expect everyone to treat him like you would like to be treated. I will NOT tolerate any form of harassment or mistreatment in my classroom. Got it?” he barked and stared down the big jocks, who all nodded. I smiled and felt much better suddenly, knowing that I was with my brother.

‘I don’t hate you anymore, Gohan…’

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Geography

I was late already. I had gotten lost on my way here, not realizing that the social study rooms are on the bottom floor. I didn’t dare ask for directions and these 3 guys kept following me and taunting me. It took everything in the world not to turn around and blast them all. As I ran to my room, I passed Trunks who was surrounded by sluttish looking girls. Our eyes met for a split second and I ran faster, growling under my breath. I didn’t have the chance to see the look on his face.

Since I was last and late getting to the room, I was stuck sitting at the very front. In front of me there was a map of the world stretching from one end of the room to the other. I looked at all the countries of the world and made mental notes of where I wanted to go once I was out of school. Maybe Europe…

Our teacher walked in and I cringed with the class. He was a thin, creepy looking man that had buck teeth and glasses the size of his face. I looked him up and down and realized that he was straight as a board, having no ass or chest. He dressed like he was still stuck in the 80’s with a plaid suit and the ugliest tie I had ever seen. His hair, or what was left of it, fell all to one side and made me tilt my head. ‘Yep… God had fun with this one…’ I thought and couldn’t keep my giggle quite.

“Hello students. I am Mr. Krumb. And this is World Geography.” He spoke and the whole class snickered at his name. Even I joined them. When I looked around, I saw that I was in a class with a lot of girls and a handful of guys, none of them from my last class. All of them didn’t mind me, hence why I hadn’t been looked at or sneered at. I relaxed in this class too, enjoying how my awkward teacher talked and his thin fingers pointed to our first assignment on the white board.

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P.E.

I stood in fear in the locker room as all the guys stared at me. With them was Trunks, who had no doubt just told them about me. His piercing blue eyes stared me down and I slowly backed away towards the door. “Where ya going faggot?” he taunted me and I immediately ran out of the locker room towards the doors that lead to the track. I ran outside and took off down the track and then towards the bleachers near our giant football field. I found a bleacher to sit on and I slumped onto it, catching my breath at my sudden burst of speed.

“There is no was in hell that I will have PE with him!” I spoke to myself and buried my face in my hands, letting out a sob that I had kept inside since homeroom. As I cried, I couldn’t help but think of how stupid I was for even thinking that my day was going to be good. I was such a stupid little shit-faced boy. I didn’t deserve anything good.

As I calmed down, I watched people on the football field play around and toss a ball. They were all so big and muscular and I felt slightly turned on when they ran into each other and threw each other on the ground. Sighing, I leaned across the bleachers and watched closer, my eyes falling on the smallest guy there. He was muscular, but in a very athletic and skinny way. His beautiful golden brown hair fell in curls around his tan face and he had a very sexy smile. Hot damn, he was cute.

When he caught the ball, he took off down the field as if he were born to run. “What a fast little shit…” I said in amazement and watched him sprint at an amazing speed for a human, dodging all the big guys and jumping over the ones that dove for him. When he made a touchdown, I couldn’t help but feel excited for him. I wanted to cheer, but I didn’t want attention drawn to myself. The whole rest of the class, I sat in the bleachers and watched the football players practice for the homecoming game.

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Lunch

I sat alone at the West Hall Cafeteria (or WHC) next to a deep corner in the cafeteria. This place was a baby compared to the East Hall Cafeteria (or EHC) I checked out before eating. The EHC was a monster and held tons of people. Along with those tons there was Trunks, the most popular kid in the school. I watched him for a while, my heart aching with unrequited love. Even with this hate boiling inside of me for him, I also still loved the spoiled ass-fuck. He had 3 girls draped around him, kissing his neck or letting him feel their rumps and whisper in their ear. Things I wished he would do to me. I want him to love me so much and I feel like screaming my heart out to him.

Sitting alone by the corner, I wrote down a lot of things that were on my mind:

My day so far has sucked harder than a BJ, I am horrified at everything and nothing seems to be getting better… Trunks has PE with me and the look in his eyes told me that I was in some deep shit… the way the guys were looking at me made me feel afraid for my life… I wish I could be gone. I should have run away. I should have followed the family I saw yesterday and begged them to take me in. I bet that gorgeous man would have said yes. He would let me stay with him and make love to me all day. Damn… This crazy attraction I have towards the foreign man is haunting my dreams quite nicely actually… I wonder what he is doing… I wonder if he even remembers the awkward goth kid that ran into a freakin pole? Now that I think about it, I wonder what Zoomie is doing.

Zoomie…

It hit me hard all of a sudden. I had gotten used to someone being with me at lunch that I could talk to. Someone with amazing green eyes and delicious lips that I could flicker my tongue against all day… Someone that would hold my hand wherever we went and tell me he loved me over and over again… I missed the little cancer kid now so much that it hurt. He didn’t cross my mind all summer so why now are the thoughts of me and him flooding my mind? I haven’t cared for anyone in ages and now I am worrying like mad for him. He’s gone and I may never see him again. That hurts me so much…

I wish Zoomie was here with me. I want him… so bad.

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Algebra 1

I suck at math. It’s definitely not a strong suite in the Sons. So I of course dreaded this class. In Middle School, I sucked so badly in the subject. I was lucky that I even passed with a 60. At the time, Trunks let me copy off of him. But then again, I was always fooling around with him and I never got anything done. ‘Maybe that will be different now that he won’t be here to distract me…’ I thought, smiling on the inside as I took a seat next to a window. We were on the third floor so it was nice to see the people below.

I looked at the people coming in, trying to see if Trunks was with one of them. But instead, that fast football player came in, sexy smile plastered on his face. His big brown eyes looked at me and he shrugged, taking a seat next to me. I gave him a bewildered look and I wanted to question his actions. “It was the only seat left.” He spoke and I nodded and looked away, hiding the blush I had. He had a pretty, accented voice.

Our teacher walked in and I sighed at what I saw. She was old-- really old. Her thinning white hair never moved and I cringed when I stared at her hump. Her hands shook as she walked to her desk, coughing as she went by. “This is Algebra 1, dearies. I am Mrs. Mason…” she spoke so soft that everyone had to lean closer to her. She stood next to my desk and stared at me, her beady little eyes looking me over. I looked left and right in paranoia, my phobia of the eyes obviously working against me right now. “What’s your name missy?” she asked and I almost fell out of my chair.

The whole class laughed their asses off at me and I blushed furiously. I hid my face in my books and I wanted to strangle our fragile teacher right then and there. My fists clenched and unclenched in rage and humiliation. I wanted to explode, bringing everyone with me. “Uh… Mrs. Mason? That’s a dude…” the pretty football player spoke up and my rage vanished, now replaced by shock.

“Oh!” she quirked and reached down into her pocket, pulling out a glasses case. She set her glasses on her face and looked at me again, seeing my scowl. “I’m sorry dear, you looked like a girl to me what with your makeup and long hair.” She gave me a smile and I was ready to pounce on her as the class laughed again.

“Dude, that’s not funny douche bags!” the football player scorned the people around us and they eventually stopped laughing. I stared at him in amazement and he gave a small, questioning smile. “I get that from my grandma all the time.” He shrugged and opened a notebook. I smiled slightly but kept my mouth shut, turning the other way. “Oh yeah. I’m Jason by the way.” He spoke up and I nodded, telling him that I was Goten.

We didn’t say anything else to each other for the rest of class.

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Spanish 1

Jason followed me to Spanish class, which I promised Zoomie I would take, that was on the very top floor. He had the same class as me he said because he happened to look at my schedule. I simply nodded and followed the directions my brother gave me. I went up a huge staircase with Jason at my heels, saying hello to everyone and flirting with the girls we passed. ‘I knew he was popular…’ I thought and shrugged, glaring at the guys who dared even look at me. And then Trunks passed me going down the opposite directions. I froze in my place and stared at him as he looked me over. I wanted to say something but nothing came out. And then he acted as if he were about to say something.

That was… until Jason slammed right into me from behind. Almost immediately, the two of us went tumbling down the huge staircase, knocking over many people as we went. We landed at the bottom, Jason below me almost in a straddling position, and everyone around us started laughing. My face went red and so did his, both of us embarrassed at the situation. “Geez, Jason. I had no idea you were into the faggots like that.” I heard Trunks snicker and I jumped off of Jason, ramming right into the lavender-haired prince’s chest. “Watch out queer!” he yelled and fell over, grabbing my hair and yanking me off to the side.

“Ow!” I complained and grabbed my head in pain. Trunks helped Jason to his feet and spat on me, the gross glob landing on my cheek. “Ass-fuck…” I growled and stood up, wiping the spit off of me.

Trunks’ face turned red at the comment and he lunged at me. I made a “yipe” noise and sped off up the stairs with inhuman speed, disappearing in no time. “Get back here!!” I heard him yell after me but I kept going, running into my classroom with ease. I stood against the wall next to the white board and caught my breath. My heart was pounding in my ear and it took everything in the world not to scream out my frustration.

“Buenos tardes, Chico,” A voice whispered in my ear and I yelped, jumping up in fright.

I turned to where the voice was and stared at a very handsome, Latino man. He had beautiful dark eyes and long sleek black hair that was in a ponytail and also fell around a beautiful face. I looked him up and down and tried not to drool on him. He was almost as tall as my dad and had a nice body under a black suit with a red tie. On the collar of his suit, he had a pin with the colors of the Spanish flag.

He smiled at me with beautiful teeth and I smiled back, feeling like a giddy school girl. He reminded me of a much older Zoomie with dark eyes. “Uh….” I tried to talk to him and he grinned wider.

“Como te llamo, Mijo?” he spoke in an amazing Spanish accent and I tilted my head, confused. He laughed, walked me over to a desk and sat me down. “It means, ‘what is your name, son’.” He grinned and walked back up to the front of the class and wrote down the question.

“Its uh… Goten sir…” I spoke and he nodded, writing more things down. I looked at the door to see Jason walk in with bruises on his neck that looked like fingers. He glanced at me and I turned around, too embarrassed about what happened earlier to look at him. He stood next to the door, staring at our gorgeous teacher in awe.

“Hola, chico. Do take your seat next to mi Goten, por favor.” Jason nodded at the command and sat next to me, his eyes never tearing away from our teacher. All kinds of girls around us began giggling and gossiping about the man. Many of them swooned over him while others flocked around him asking him all kinds of questions. “Ladies, ladies please. Take a seat.” He laughed and they all followed his command giggling. “Now, class. Mi llamo es Senor Juanes. I hope that we have a muy fantástico year together!” he gave a killer smile and the girls swooned while I fought the urge to screw him in front of the class like I would do to Zoomie.

This was a great idea, Zoomie…

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Art 1-A

I walked down towards the art classes on the bottom level, passing the giant library that was surrounded by thick glass. As I walked by it, I looked inside, amazed at the thousands of books and multi-level areas of the place. There were also many computers that students were using already. Inside one of the computer labs, I saw Trunks and a girl making out against a wall, my sharp Saiyan eyes seeing everything that was going on.

My heart ached in my chest again and I wanted stab his beautiful eyes out. I stood against the glass of the Library, staring at him as he put his hands under the girl’s shirt and suck on her neck. My head began to feel really hot and rage built up in me. Like the rage I had towards the guy I killed. He just happened to glance up from her and he stared at me with shock. I glared at him the way his father would before he hit him. I could see him shake under my killer gaze, one that would make a man in prison squirm. He let go of the girl and left the room, coming for me. I just turned and walked away to art.

Going down the hall to the classrooms, the smell of paint, chalk and glue filled my nose. It was such a nice smell and I knew that I would enjoy this walk to class everyday. I passed walls and walls of art that took my breath away. I was so jealous of the many things I saw. People, places, things… Now I really wish that I could do what these people do. Well… that’s what I am taking the class for anyway.

I walked into the room and felt relieved that we didn’t have to sit in desks but at our own easel. Our names were already on the easel we were assigned to and I found mine at another window. It was perfect. On my easel there was an assignment already. “Draw who you are on the inside.” Hmm… what an interesting picture she will get.

Our teacher walked in and I almost wanted to laugh at the cliché outcome. She looked like she belonged to the hippies way back when they were popular. She had the perfect attire and dreadlock hair. She came in the room barefoot, dancing around as if she had music playing. The class looked at her and I snickered.

‘Man… I thought I was weird…’ I continued watching her and glanced at the kids that were coming in. I saw a lot of people that dressed like her and a few that looked like they should be a cheerleader or something. “Hello my darlings! My name is Miss Bartin. But you can all call me Flower! I hope we have a beautiful year together!” she hummed and I was waiting for a bird to land on her finger.

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9 Literature/ Grammar

Jason stopped me while I was trying to find my next class. I met him in the halls on my way to literature and he stood in front of me, looking down at his shoes. “You got lit with Ms. Grisson next?” he whispered, trying not to draw attention to us.

“Yeah…” I looked at the people around us, some of them giving us weird looks and talking about us. “Why the hell do you care?” I growled, sick of this guy making me feel like a fool.

“You’re going to the wrong way…” he rubbed the back of his neck and walked off in the opposite direction of where I was going. I grumbled a string of curses under my breath and followed him a few feet behind, keeping my eyes everywhere but his cute little ass.

We both walked into the classroom and I stopped in my tracks, seeing Jason pound knuckles with Trunks. ‘Damn bastard!’ I frowned at the football player who made a swift turn and sit next to Trunks, chuckling and talking to his friends.

“Well, well! Look who decided to join us! The queer who takes it in the rear!!” Trunks perked up and half the class laughed. My face went red with rage and I looked around the room, where almost all the girls rolled their eyes and some of the guys ignored him. I huffed and walked to the other side of the room, clenching and unclenching my fists. “Aww c’mon homo. I was only jerkin ya! You should be used to that right?” Trunks continued to harass me and more people started laughing.

I sat down in the desk furthest away from him and buried my face in my hands. “Shut up!” I yelled and he only continued to laugh and taunt me. My thoughts began to race like mad in my head, making me dizzy and confused. I had a sudden urge to take his face and smash it into a desk. Just like that damned Craig.

All of a sudden, a loud SMACK sounded in the room and everyone went quite. I shot my head up and saw our teacher scowling down at Trunks, a huge ruler on his desk. She was an old stern woman who lips were permanently pressed together as if she were always pissed off. Her gray hair was pinned back in a bun and her bony fingers tapped the ruler on Trunks’ desk in annoyance.

“NO laughing in my class.” Her booming voice made us all shrink back in our seats. “NO talking. NO whispering. NO sleeping. NO nonsense. NO nothing.” She glared at every single person in the class and especially at Trunks. I smirked at the action. “My name is Mrs. Grisson and welcome to 9th grade Literature and Grammar. Now, we will start by passing out our books and read pages 5-45 and do all activities.” She sneered and the whole class didn’t dare groan.

Trunks looked back at me with a scowl and I growled at him, giving him the same killer gaze that I gave him before art class. He turned around in his seat and sighed, the hate all but dropping off of him.

Damn what a year this is going to be.

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Did you like? Hate? I know it was short... I am sorry. I just... didn't have any ideas for this chapter. I needed to get his first day in the story. The next chapter is all his journal entries that talk about his whole freshmen year. They will be good I promise. Just like his other 2 journal entries. SOOOOO yeah.