Chapter 5

So now we will check the attendance list, and you will also have the opportunity to find out the names of your classmates. "

"Hey, Goths."
"What?"
"Psst, not so loud! Make a note of the girls' names."
"Clear!"

"Whoever was called stretches and says" present ". So go ahead. Yuina Kataoki?"
"Present"
"Aha, very good, an A student, keep it up, but I'll tell you right away, in order to get the grade one in my class you have to work very hard. Taro Hiwana?"
"Present."
Football is thankfully not promoted at our school, so use your free time and learn a little more. Ling Cheng? "
"Present."
"You come from China? A very beautiful country, not to be compared with Japan, but okay. Yamato Mitsubara?"
.....
It was really unbelievable, she had something to say about every student. However, there was never a single nice or praising word. This woman was really sick.
".... Trunks Vegeta Briefs?"
"Present, madam."Immediately all the girls' heads turned to face him. Everyone finally knew his name. Most of the girls were already very much in love, but the rest of them also had a suspicious shimmer. The boys looked away, offended.
Ms. Kurakawa also looked at him in amazement.
"Your parents own the Capsule Corporation? I didn't even know that the old couple had a son, no matter how young."
Trunks cleared his throat politely. "If I could say something about that ...?"
Trunks 'polite and elegant way of speaking made all girls' hearts beat faster, even the teacher's gaze softened a little.
"Please, if you want."
"Well," continued Trunks, "I am not the son of the old two. These are my grandparents, I am the son of Bulma, their daughter."
It appeared that Ms. Kurakawa was struck by lightning. Suddenly she stood there as if frozen in a pillar of salt. It seemed as if the meaning of these words was only gradually becoming clear to her.At first you could only hear a whisper from her.
"What? Do you mean your father is ... Yamcha?"
Trunks looked at her face in surprise. At first you could see how horrified she had been, but now you could only see sheer hatred in it. If looks could kill, Trunks would have fallen dead from his chair by now. Her voice trembled.
"Since you do not reply, I assume that I am right. Oh, how could he and then of all people with her !!! With such a stupid goat and she's not pretty either." She looked angrily at Trunks. If looks could kill, he would have fallen off the chair immediately.
Trunks looked at his teacher in astonishment, Goten was also surprised. The other students were as excited as speed arcs, they had never experienced anything like it. A teacher insulted the mother of a student and then a woman as famous as Bulma Briefs. After all, everyone knew this name because it belonged to the inventor of the Hoi Poi capsules.
"Um, do you know my mother or Yamcha?You could mean it the way they talk. "Trunks looked ahead questioningly.
"So it's true ?! Grrrr, that doesn't exist, I have a bastard in my class !!" She seemed to explode right away, but not only she, Trunks was getting angry too. Goten could clearly feel his friend's energy level skyrocketing.
"How dare you insult my mother like that! She broke up with this weakling Yamcha a long time ago, that was almost 20 years ago! He's just a good friend of the family!"
Mrs. Kurakawa paused. Relief came on her face, all of her malevolence seemed to have evaporated. "If that's the case, fine. But then who is your father? Bulma has been with Yamcha for almost her entire life. Even when we were in high school. Say who is your father ?!" Waiting questioningly and urgently at the same time them to his answer. But Trunks was still pissed off. Defiantly he replied: “That is none of their business!” What did the old quirk concern of his family?He would show it! "Yamcha is no longer my mother's friend, and that's all they need to know! That doesn't belong here." The ambiguity of this sentence really didn't escape anyone, Trunks couldn't help but smile. It sounded like Yamcha was his father, but he and Bulma were no longer in a relationship. The effect was that Ms. Kurakawa first turned pale with shock and then red with anger again. In an icy voice she said to Trunks: "Sit down and shut your mouth! I want to finally continue with the check." She looked at the list of names she had been holding in her hand the whole time. "Oh, one more thing, nobody says a word about what happened today, understand!" All students nodded silently except Trunks and Goten. As if nothing had happened, she continued to read names aloud, but made no further comments.
Son Goten and Trunks exchanged a look, they had a lot to talk about afterwards.A nasty grin crossed their faces.
"Hitomi Saotawa?" "Present!"
"Son Goten?" "Yepp!"
The teacher looked up angrily, in her eyes you could see exactly what she was thinking, great, another one. Am I spared nothing? But instead of freaking out, she pulled herself together. “That means present and not Yepp!” She looked at the list again and read on.
"Kyoko? Well, she doesn't have a surname either? Kyoko?" Silence. “Kyoko?” No hand rose, no one shouted present. Nothing.
"Does anyone know where this Kyoko is? It's not exactly ..." Suddenly, Ms. Kurakawa was interrupted by loud shouts and quick, approaching steps.

"Hurry up, oh man we're in a lot of trouble!"
"I'll do it, it's all your fault!"
Definitely the voices of two girls. The steps came closer and suddenly the door was jerked open and two very pretty girls stumbled in.
Trunks immediately sat in a pose and Goten did the same, of course.The two were exactly to their liking.
“Are you Ms. Kurakawa?” The girl who stormed in first didn't give the slightest impression that she was sorry that she was almost half an hour late.
"Yes, I am, but first of all I would like to know who you are and why you only show up half an hour after the start of class. And that on the first day of school!" Her mood had reached absolute zero, which was easy for everyone to see.

Sequel follows...