Chapter 1

"Ring dammit…ring, ring RING!"

Makoto Kimoto glared at the clock on the wall, irritated beyond words. 1:53 on a Friday afternoon in Mitusabi-san's Junior Chemistry Class, you'd probably be angry too. She just had to get the worst, bland teacher out of all the others.

"Kimoto Makoto, please report to the principle's office immediately. Kimoto Makoto."

The blaring announcement caused the undivided attention to fall on a shocked-looking brunette sitting in the back. Blinking, Makoto eased out of her chair and briskly strode out of the classroom.

"Thank God, I'm free. But I wonder what's wrong…" Makoto thought to herself, her pretty face creased with apprehension. "Maybe it was setting Himusabi-san's desk on fire" The brunette laughed at the thought, but was cut short as she heard a low yet feminine voice call behind her.

"In trouble again Koto?"

It was none other then her best friend, Haruka Tenou. She was the only other female in the whole school who was taller then she, 5'8 to be exact. With a slightly masculine figure, and short-cropped mane of tawny blonde hair, she could pass for a boy quite easily. They were best friends, and were almost always seen with each other. Partners in crime, they had a reputation for their mischievous and rebellious behavior.

"Eh…if I'm in trouble, I gotta feeling your in some deep shit too." Makoto replied with a grin.

Haruka laughed, shrugged, and fell into step with her companion. "They can't do shit to me, it's my senior year. So I'm supposed to be goofing off and playing pranks."

Pushing the blonde, Makoto whirled around, and looked up at the taller female with an oh so innocent look, halo practically shining above head.

"Whatever man, you're my "niichan" you're supposed to be guiding me down the right path. I mean, corrupting an ANGEL like ME."

"Haha..RIGHT! We all know that you're a bad girl Koto. I saw the video." Haruka teased.

"Oh SHUT UP!"

The two friends shared a good laugh before parting their ways, each waving a farewell.

"Good luck man," Haruka shouted as she continued to stroll down the hallway.

"I think Mizuki-san will be needing that," Makoto called after, smirking as she heard her best friend's laugh down the hallway.

Making sure she was presentable, Makoto opened the door with a deft twist of the knob and stepped in. The door closed behind her with a semi-loud bang, gaining the undivided attention of everyone in the room.

The secretary, a middle-aged woman with graying hair and tiny rectangular glasses fastened to a beaded necklace around her neck, sat sorting through papers. As Mina approached, the woman glanced up and smiled, setting her papers down.

"Hello Makoto dear, you can go right in. And no worries, you aren't in any trouble at all." The elderly woman assured with a wink.

"Thanks Hyami-san." Makoto replied politely, before making her way towards the principles office.

Tapping on his door, Makoto poked her head in to see Mr. Mizuki sitting at his large oak table talking to someone on the phone. Looking up from a paper on his desk, he motioned for her to take a seat.

Taking a seat in one of the plush leather seats, Makoto began to fidget nervously. "Hyami-san said there was nothing to stress about. Get yourself together girl." She scanned the room, photos and plaques lined the wooden walls. Neat and in order.

"Well Ms. Kimoto, I've been reviewing your grades…" Mr. Mizuki was saying, as he pulled out a file from his desk.

"You have improved drastically throughout your years. And we're proud of you. So we decided to give you an opportunity to go to New York on the student exchange program. All expenses paid."

Makoto stood there, stunned beyond words. It took a moment before the information was processed in her mind. Bursting out into a full smile, she leapt to her feet and shook his hand gratefully.

"Thank you so much!! It is such an honor. Seriously, you are like...just too cool Mizuki-san." Makoto blurted out feverishly.

The elderly man let out a hearty laugh and handed Makoto a packet of papers.

"You'll be going tomorrow. Go home and discuss it with your parents. If you can go, pack tonight and go to the airport tomorrow." Mr. Mizuki informed.

Makoto nodded and dashed out of the room.

"Can I go dad?! PLEASE!"

Makoto begged, hugging her father for dear life.

"Please, Mizuki-san said I have improved and i deserve this! It's for FREE! It'll be sucha great experience daddy!"

Laughing, Mr. Kimoto wrapped his arms around his child and nodded.

"I'll let you go, but you gotta call us every day. Buy some phone cards and such. Okay?"

Beaming, Makoto nodded and buried her face into her father's chest.

"I love you dad."

"I love you too."

"Yo! Slow the fuck down man, I don't have enough money to bail you out, again."

"I've had a bad day, got detention, and your bitching doesn't help any. And if I happen to get caught, and I rarely do. All you gotta say is my last name, and they'll just have to let me out. " Trunks replied with an arrogant little smirk, and right then, he was a dead ringer for his father.

As his black mustang pulled into the Newark Airport parking lot, a few bystanders fruitlessly tried to see who was driving the black blur. The two half-Saiyans hopped out of the car and dashed into the building, a familiar streak of smoke trailing behind them.

They skid to a halt in front of the Customer Service desk. Goten took a moment to straighten his clothes and smooth down his ruffled hair. Then he proceeded to tap the bell on the board, being the ever so courteous boy his mother had raised him to be.

The girl behind the counter hadn't responded to Goten's request for some attention, for she was too engrossed in her latest issue of "Teen Magazine." Trunks' patience gone, he cleared his throat and tapped the bell harder then he had realized for it shattered. That of course, caught her attention. She looked up and frowned, placing her magazine down.

"Whaddayah want?"

"We need you to page a Makoto Kimoto, please."

The woman wrinkled her nose in disgust and absently twisted a hank of her fake colored blonde hair around her finger.

"Listen," she spoke, chewing her gum with great emphasize "You just got here right? Go find her yourself."

Brows furrowing, Trunks took in a deep breath and curled his fists.

"Listen here lady, I've had a pretty shittie ass day. So just page the person or else." Trunks spoke with a lethal tone.

Her frown deepened and she turned back to her magazine, flipping it open to some page.

"Well too bad, cause I had a pretty bad day too."

His eye began to twitch.

"JUST PAGE MAKOTO KIMOTO DAMMIT!"

Standing in front of the entrance of the terminal, a rather tall brunette rocked back and forth on her hips, taking quick glances at her wristwatch every few minutes. Scowling, she pulled out a somewhat tattered piece of paper from one of the bags at her feet.

On the paper was some information on the family, well FAMILIES she was to be living with. Apparently, she was to live with the Son's and Briefs's family. The Son's were a quaint, homely family, consisting of two sons, a mother, and father. As for the Briefs' they seemed to be the exact opposite of the Son's. They were one of the richest and most prominent families of the United States. They created pretty much ever piece of technology throughout America.

Makoto nodded, rather impressed at such intelligence. "And I thought Ami was a genius."

"JUST PAGE MAKOTO KIMOTO DAMMIT!" a loud male voice roared, only to have a small nastily voice retort something back.

Grabbing her bags, she moved towards the squabbling voices. After a few steps, the voices lead her to the Customer Service desk. Two teenage boys were obviously arguing with the girl behind the counter, one of the boys slamming his fast down on the table.

One was dressed in a thick white sweater-material shirt with a half-circle neck, long-sleeved and the hem untucked from a pair of somewhat loose blue jeans. His hair was an ebony black color, shortest in the back and allowed slightly longer up top. It was longest in the very front, a few unruly spikes shooting up and off his forehead in a slightly flaring pattern. Under the unruly mane, were large, round eyes, black in color.

His companion wore, who seem rather chafed, wore a black muscle shirt tucked snugly into a belted pair of tight blue jeans. His lavender hair, sheered just above his ears and shaved beneath, fell down into his liquid blue eyes.

"Wow…" Makoto breathed, too shocked to say anything else. She continued to stare for a few moments, before she shook her head and stepped forward, fighting the redness from her cheeks.

"My name is Makoto Kimoto"

Trunks turned as he was about to spat something nasty to the obnoxious worker, and would have if he wasn't so stunned by the vision before him.

She was a definite eye-catcher, what with that full mane of auburn curls and those bright green eyes. She was very tall for a woman, with a set of mouthwateringly long legs tightly encased by a pair of hip-hugging blue-jeans. Her shirt was a sheer mesh olive green knit top with spaghetti straps, shimmering green rhinestones detailed across the chest. A grosgrain ribbon and bow wrapped below the bust, emphasizing her pleasantly large breasts.

Completely unaware of how intent he was staring at her, she stared at the floor for a few moments, kicking her heel, before looking up at Goten for some issitance.

Taking a hint, Goten nudged his gawking companion in the gut, who coughed and shook his head, then regained his too cool for words composure.

"Hello, I'm Goten Son and this," he paused and gestured towards the lavender haired male standing beside him, "is Trunks Briefs."

Flashing him a unsure smile, Makoto nodded respectfully and bent over to grab her luggage, only to have Goten come in and grab all three bags.

"OH! No no no, we'll be carrying your bags. Just follow us Makoto." Goten stated, grabbing all three of her bags as if they were nothing at all.

She blinked and shrugged, "With them muscles, I bet he feels like he's carrying air."

Goten placed her bags into the car's trunk, and opened the door, gesturing for her to sit. She laughed and slid in the back, murmuring a thank you. Goten hopped in the passangers seat and peered into the rear view mirror, smirking.

"Fasten up, this kid is a shittie ass driver." Goten said as he clicked his seatbelt on, making sure it was on tight.

Trunks rolled his eyes and turned his head, flashing the girl a charming smile.

"I'm not that bad a driver, Goten just isn't into living life on the edge." His stare lingered on the pretty Makoto before turning his stare to his dark haired friend.

"Which is quite a shocker, considering he's dating Raye Hino." Trunks finished, laughing uproarisly. Goten frowned and smacked his friend upside the head.

"Just drive dumbnut."

And with that, the lavender haired pretty boy grinned sadistically and hit the gas, propelling it from 0 to 150 in a matter of seconds.

notes; alright…whatcha people think? Eh..its just an idea. This chapter was pretty rushed cause I was s0o xcited to see how you guys would respond. I know, I've been slacking off in "The Dance" and I was on a pretty good updating streak. But writers block sucks like a dried out crack whore. :

a review would be greatly appreciated.