But today, a new guy entered the campus walls, he’s tall, about Trunks’height, has a round face , short blue hair and a satisfied smile on his face. He wonders around the campus , kind of lost and asking his way around , he is directed to his new class where he takes place at the back without being noticed , he doesn’t want the teacher to introduce him , he just wonders what the yellow curtain on the board is there for. At midday, he finds his way to the cafeteria , he has 3 hours until his next course, he gets into the queue, gets a meal tray and searches for a place to sit, not that easy to find somehow :
-Excuse me, is this seat taken...it is , oh that’s ok, thanks...
...Hi, could I...no I can’t......well you can’t say people are very friendly around here.
He spots an empty seat, there’s a boy sitting opposite, he seems to be watching his plate, his lavender strands almost, almost, drop in it.
-Hi, say could I sit there, there doesn’t seem to be much place and the folks don’t seem to like me too much.
No response.
-Well, I’ll take that as a yes then, thanks, say I’m new around here , it sure is a big school.
Trunks listens , he’s thinking to himself:
“How odd, this guy doesn’t seem to bother me, I’ve never felt like that around anyone, I wonder...”
-...See I come from out of town, I used to live in a farm with my folks and my sister and...man this grub is good, you don’t seem to like it too much , do you mind if I take it?
Trunks looks up peering at the guy in front of him with stunned BLUE eyes?!How could this be, he seems to feel at ease with this boy?!! He nods and gives the boy his plate, which is also odd as he is sayajin and does still eat like one.
-Thanks, oh, by the way, my name is Tibault , Tibault Ramblais , french origin or something , what about you?
And he talks to his great suprise, although no one else hears him.
-Trunks, Trunks Briefs. “How can this be, I’m talking to him so naturally, why do I feel so ...ok? What’s happening , I haven’t said anything to anyone appart from my sister in 4 years!!
-Well, pleased to meet you.
And Tibault is joking and talking, he doesn’t seem to be able to stop, and Trunks is staring at him and...SMILING?! Yes, he’s actually enjoying Tibault’s rambling , but nobody sees what’s happening.
-Hum, that was good, I’ll go and get dessert .
-No, I....I’ll go . I’ll be back in second.
Amazing but true, Trunks seems to have found someone special, a friend.
-Ok, see you.
Trunks gets up, he goes to the queue and waits, meanwhile , Crusher has appeared making a roar as usual, he comes to Tibault :
-Move over, me and my buddy want to sit here!
-Sorry but these seats are taken.
-Well all I can see is you unless you’re talking with the invisible-man, haha!
-Actually my friend is gone to get a dessert.
-Oh , and who might that be?
-His name is Trunks.
-Yeah right, you’re friends with Trunks and I got the best grades in school, I’ll teach you to make fun of me!!
And Crusher punches Tibault right out of his chair and on to the floor. Trunks hears the rumble, comes to see what’s happening , 2 pots of yogurt in his hand , and when he sees his new friend on the floor with a black eye and a cut on the arcade , he goes beserk, he comes running , eyes red , and hits Crusher so suddenly and so hard, he goes flying into the wall and stays printed in it . The school authorities are arriving:
-Tibault...
-Thanks Trunks , I...
-Tell them I hit you.
-But...
-Do as I say, you’re new here, it’s better for you if they don’t know you’re my friend , you don’t know me, I’m nothing good for you, trust me.
-Mr. Briefs and ...ah yes, the new one, what a start Mr. Ramblais, might I know what happened to you?
Tibault is lost, he doesn’t know what to say, he’s watching Trunks, Trunks has closed up and dimmed, his head is down again and he is clenching his fists.
-I....this guy hit me, he said reluctantly.
-Why am I NOT suprised? Well Mr. Briefs, I shall inform your parents, I hope your temper will calm down, this cannot carry on. You, the new boy, go to the infirmary, Trunks, just go. ...Over here, doctor, the boy in the wall, yet again.
Crusher is mumbling half consciously
-How ..I suppose to know..Trunks...friend....
disclaimer: all dbz caracters belong to Akira Toriyama and all fictionnal ones to me