introduction
It's been a while since Boo was defeated by GruppeZ and Son Goku and Oob left to train. Everything is as always and nothing seems to change.
So also on this Monday morning.
ChiChi is waiting for Son Goku to come over again.
Gohan is studying for his studies. (He's almost done)
Videl tries to get Pan to be a little tidier. (Pan, finally clean up your room)
Pan, however, prefers to train after kindergarten.
Not much has changed at Capsule Corporation either.
Mr and Mrs Briefs still smile all day, drink tea, feed kittens and earn a lot of money on the side.
Bulma is angry with Vegeta.
This rarely comes from the GR and the evenings and nights together are becoming increasingly rare.
Every now and then there is a bang in the CC when Vegeta lays everything down in ruins.
And the little Bra digs at the neighboring boys and then drops them ice cold.It comes completely after mommy and daddy. (Practice early)
Well, that would already mention all the important people, all except the two that this story is about.
Trunks Vegeta Briefs and his best buddy Son Goten.
This morning was special for these two, and it was to be a real challenge.
But read for yourself .....

Chapter 1
"Come on, go, go, come on. We're still too late! Trunks !! The girls won't stay there forever." The black-haired boy stamped impatiently and a slight tremor shook the CC and the entire neighborhood.
It was always the same, as soon as they went to a place where there were girls, Trunks took forever for his styling, Should he get up earlier, like him.
Son Goten took a breath, he was ready to shout again, when a purple-haired and handsome boy who ran through his hair stepped out of the huge building.
He was wearing black pants and a tight black shirt.He also wore a dark purple vest with the CC logo on it.
He casually approached Son Goten, who, by the way, was wearing dark blue baggy trousers and a beige sweatshirt with the imprint SON GOTEN.
"It's good, I'm already there. We'll fly then we'll be there in a few minutes. I'm really excited about the snails there. I'm just glad Dad didn't send me to a military school."
Trunks patted Son Goten's shoulder in a friendly manner, a quick glance and Zack they were above the clouds. No words are needed, the two understood each other that way. Nobody was allowed to see them, that's why they flew so high. It wasn't exactly warm today, but they didn't mind. The wind lashed their faces and blew through their clothes. Quite pleasant.
"Tell me Trunks, how are you going to manage all the girls and the school under one roof? Huh?" A broad grin crossed Goten's face, which was immediately replied by his buddy."Well, I thought so, you do our schoolwork and I'll take care of the girls. I think that's a very fair division of labor, doesn't it?" His grin grew stronger. Almost nasty.
Son Goten gasped indignantly and with mock anger he exclaimed:
"I don't think so! In my opinion we should do it the other way around. You have no change with the ladies anyway when I'm there. Actually, you can just fly home again. Vegeta would prefer you to train anyway, I did not right? "
"Hmmm ..." Trunks smiled, "You probably forgot about my mother, because she would prefer me to meet and marry a nice, lovable girl. She still has not given up believing that something of her love slogan is up rubbed off on me. But Dad's influence was just stronger.
"Well, then it will probably stay with your tons of affairs. I wish my mother would see it that way too, but she wants me to learn a lot and become as smart as Gohan.A girlfriend is only an option if she is rich. Then even getting married would be possible. "
Sighing, Son Goten looked down.
"What a bummer, now we flew past the school." Immediately the two of them put on a straight brakes.
"Oh man, now it's going to be close to Goten, come on, let's take 3 times the speed and land on the roof. Nobody will see us." Trunks aura flared bright purple for a brief moment and he was up and away. Son Goten did the same, but his aura turned a bright red tone.

A few seconds later they landed on the roof of a large, orange-colored building.
The Orange Star High School.
Large windows framed the whole building, which flooded the hallways and classrooms, which were painted a bright yellow, with sun. Yellow was supposed to be the color of inspiration. A huge five-pointed star was painted over the front door. The school coat of arms. Every student had to wear a badge, as an identification mark, so to speak.This is where they should spend a large part of their valuable time from now on.
She wasn't really interested in the fact that it was a good school, but rather that there were so many girls here. At their old school, the two friends were known to be heartbreakers, especially Trunks. His blue eyes simply couldn't be resisted.
Over time, their reputation with the girls was pretty much in the bucket, but they did it according to the motto: new school-new (ignorant) girls. (FRESH MEAT !!)
Not very honorable, but Trunks and Son Goten didn't care. Fighting and conquering girls' hearts and breaking them again are just something like her favorite hobbies.

It wasn't particularly quiet in the building, but pleasantly cool. All the students headed for the auditorium, where the greeting should take place. With easy steps the two of the crowd followed. With great satisfaction they watched as all the girls' eyes followed them. The boys, on the other hand, got hostile looks, it all started fabulous.The director's speech (her name was Miss Kapalenschko or something, was in her mid-40s and unmarried) was totally boring. She said it was an honor for everyone present to be able to attend this school from now on. Good grades are a duty and discipline and order prevail here.
This was followed by the usual congratulations and the reading of the school rules. At the end of this lively speech there was a long break, only then should the serious part of life begin.
Son Goten and Trunks, who had spent the time in the auditorium choosing girls, wanted to take a closer look at their objects in these 20 minutes.
They strolled comfortably across the school grounds. A movement of the head in one direction, a seductive or cool look in the other direction and they were sure that the girls at this school would be at their feet in droves.
But everything should turn out differently.