Bringer of Death

Heroes Saga, Part 3: The Affairs of Dragons

*Heroes Saga, Part 3: The Affairs of Dragons*

"/Absolutely not."/

"/Mom...please, please, please..."/

"/Out of the question, Trunks. I didn't let you advance all the way to

12th grade by your eleventh birthday just so you could skip school and

play hero. If you aren't going to take every lecture seriously, I might

as well pull you out right now."/

"/No, please don't do that, mom. I am taking it seriously, I promise.

It's just, some of the classes are really redundant and I've got tons of

free time—I could be helping save lives."/

"/Not during school, son. I'm sending specific instructions to your

teacher that you aren't to be excused for any reason. That's how it has

to be, or else you're home schooled again, understand?"/

The conversation from earlier in the morning played over again in his

head. It was his own fault he'd gotten in this position, after all. He

had declared himself the newest hero of Satan City without even thinking

of discussing it with his mom. She had laid down the law, and now he was

limited to hero work after school hours, and only after he'd completed

all his homework...

It stung even worse the next morning, when Videl received a transmission

from the police chief asking for her assistance. She hadn't gloated or

anything; she'd merely rushed off to help the officers in need. But he

had been humiliated when the teacher addressed him specifically,

insisting he not try to sneak off and telling everyone that his mother

had made it a specific point. He had been fast-tracked to the 12th

grade, sure, but he hadn't gotten off on a good footing with his

classmates. Even if they were too scared to bully him, they could still

laugh when they saw how he was being treated like a child.

The second the school bell rang he was the first one out the door,

immediately launching into the air and blasting toward the downtown

area. In spite of his excitement, however, the police scanner reported

nothing interesting the whole afternoon, just a few minor traffic

violations and domestic disputes. By the end of the evening, the most

he'd done was rescue a stranded kitten from a tree. He was fuming by the

time he got home.

"How was school today, Trunks?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he grumbled, dropping his backpack to

the floor and heading straight for the fridge.

Bulma set down the project she was working on. "It's only been two days.

I'm sure it'll get better, honey."