Moshi moshi! This is my first fic, so please don't be harsh. This is A/U with LOTS of OOC, so don't flame me for it. I changed the ages a bit: Gohan was six when Cell was defeated, and this story takes place a year later, so now he's seven. Chibi Trunks, right now, is a year old, and so is Goten. Chichi, Goku, Bulma, Vegeta, Picoro, and all the other guys are umm, in their twenties, I guess. Mirai Trunks is in this fic, he has a wife named Jun, and they're both 18. I think that's everyone.
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Chapter one: Everything's fine...For now... I think...I hope.......
"Hey 'Geta. What's up?" Gohan plopped down next to Vegeta, who was sitting on a cliff over looking the 'Z' Village, as Gohan called it.
"Grrrr......."
"Ehehe, right." Gohan edged away slowly, as though his companion would attack him at any moment. "Sooo, erm, what's wrong?"
Vegeta stared at him hard, wondering if he could confide in him. He kept on staring for a few minutes, then looked at his own house as if he wanted to blow it up. "Baka onna. A sayajin needs to train!"
"What, the couch again?"
"OF COURSE BRAT!!! WHAT ELSE?!?!?!"
"WELL SORRY! IT AIN'T MY FAULT SHE FLEW OVER OUR TRAINING SPOT AND GOT BLOWN UP!!!!!!!!!" They both glared at each other, growling and breathing hard. "Ahem. Sorry. I guess I need a training partner that actually gives me an exercise. Stupid Picoro. *scowls* Sooooo, how long are you on the couch?"
"Until further notice. 'And if you don't behave yourself like a normal human, you'll be on the couch for an entire year." He mimicked, scowling even deeper. "Baka onna. She can't last that long without me!!! I hope.... Damn fan fiction authors."
"Poor you." Gohan grinned, clearly enjoying his pain.. "Hey, Vegeta?"
"What?!!" He snarled.
"What if you go into heat while-"
"DON'T EVEN FRICKIN' SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!" he screamed. Gohan scrambled away. Vegeta's eyes were popping, and his fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were white.
"Wha- Heh. hahaha. Hahahahahahaaaa. BWAAHAHAHAAAA!!!! OH MY GOSH!!! YOU'RE IN HEAT AIN'T YOU?!!!!!!" He laughed hard, on all fours and banging his fist on the ground.
"SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he roared. Startled, Gohan fell back and rolled off the cliff.
"VEGETA, HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!" He screamed. No answer. "VEGETA, I'M NOT KIDDING!!!!" Still no answer. "VEGETA, IF YOU DON'T HELP OUT, BULMA'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!!!!!"
"VEEGEEEEEEEETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" he screamed, loosing his head. Clinging to the wall of the cliff, he prayed to Kami that a miracle would occur. He felt something gently take hold of his tail and pry him loose from the wall. He opened his eyes, trying to find the floor. The ground was several hundred feet below. "Vegeta, what are you doing?" he asked timidly, seeing the smirk on his face.
"You are gonna be a good boy, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you are gonna help me solve my little problem, right?"
"Yes!" he yelled.
"And you are gonna get the crap knocked out of you if anything goes wrong, RIGHT?" he growled.
"YES VEGETA, NOW LET ME GO!!!"
"'Kay." He loosened his grip. Gohan slid down.
"Thank you." He let out a sigh of relief.
"Now keep your end of the bargain and tell me how I can get outta this mess."
"I dunno 'Geta, you tell me."
"YOU INSENSITIVE BRAT!! YOU GOT ME INTO THIS MESS AND YOU'RE GONNA HELP ME OUT OF IT!!!!" he roared.
"Alright, alright, don't have a cow! Okay, here's what you're gonna do.........." He whispered some instructions to him.
"You really think that'll work?"
"Positive. Trunks always does that when Jun gets mad at him."
"But it doesn't always work."
"But they always get back together either way, right?"
"Ugh. Do I have to wear the suit?"
"Yes! If you don't, it'll never work."
"Ugh." Gohan smirked evilly. 'I gotta stop influencing this kid.' Gohan, being able to read minds, heard this, and grinned even wider.
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"Any day now, Vegeta!!"
"Wait!"
"Hurry up! I'm getting old over here!" he yelled.
"Do I have to wear the suit?" he grumbled.
"VEGETA GET OUT HERE NOW!"
"I ain't coming out!"
"VEGETA, I'M WARNING YOU!!!" he yelled, pounding on the door.
"Nope. Ain't coming out."
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!!" He took a card and opened the door. "You better have your clothes on or you're gonna hafta pay for my therapy!" he warned, sticking his head through the door. To his relief, Vegeta was dressed in the tux Gohan had borrowed from Trunks. The pants were a little long, but they still fit fine.
"Sooo, whadya think?" he asked, looking down at himself.
"Huh, it actually looks nice."
"Brat, where's your suit?"
"Huh?"
"You're the chauffer, remember?" he growled.
"Oh yeah. Oops, I forgot."
".............." He glared at Gohan, resisting the urge to strangle the half-breed brat. [A/N He's got the urge!^_^]
"Kami, Veggie, I'm joking! It's in one of these drawers." he dug through them, until he found a blue tux that
fit him perfectly. "Damn, it's wrinkled. Get the iron out, will ya?"
"You know how to iron?" he asked, plugging in the iron.
"Yeah. I had to do all the ironing when 'Ama* was big and fat with Goten," he said, grinning.
"Better not let the bitch hear you say that."
"Don't worry, I won't. I'm already on probation." he said, testing the iron with the tip of his finger. Then he took off his shirt and pants, and threw them in the laundry basket.
"Thanks a lot, Gohan, now I'm scarred for life," he muttered turning away from boxer-boy.
"You're welcome." He grinned the famous Son Grin, ironing the suit. After they were well pressed, he put them on and asked, "How do I look?"
"Hn."
"Whatever. You go downstairs and lead Bulma to the car. I'll get the thing started." He jumped out the window, pulling out some car keys. "Man this thing is awesome," he whispered, admiring the silver Mustang Vegeta had chosen, then jumped in and revved up. Just then, Bulma and Vegeta came out, hand in hand. 'Aww, how sweet,' he thought, grinning even wider.
~Can it, brat!~ Vegeta growled telepathically.
"Oops." He jumped out the car, opened the door for Bulma, and helped her in. He was about to jump into his own seat, but Vegeta stopped him.
"Ahem."
"What?" Vegeta stood there, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground.
"Oh," he said, then jumped out and let him in. ~I can't believe Bulma actually let me drive this thing.~ he said to Vegeta telepathically.
Being able to hear this through her bond with Vegeta, she said, "Gohan, if anything happens to my beautiful, brand-new car, you are soooooooooo gonna pay for all of it!"
"Heh. Yeah,yeah, I know, 'Ama gave me a giant lecture over the responsibility that comes with having something that belongs to some one else. Especially if that something is big, nice-looking, and expensive. So, what time d'you want me to pick you lovebirds up?"
"We might be gone for a while, so we'll either give you a call or get a cab."
"Great. This is gonna be a loooong weekend." he sighed.
"Ah, don't worry Gohan," Bulma said soothingly. "I'm sure you'll have lots of fun pulling pranks on Kuririn!"
"I'm on probation, remember?"
Vegeta smirked. "You'll find something else to do. Like taking care of the brats."
Gohan groaned. "Great. Just great. I gotta baby sit the next Destructive Duo."
* 'Ama is mother in spanish
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A/N:Poor Gohan, stuck with Trunks for a week! Or two....... I'm not sure yet.
Umm.........
Like I said before, this is my first fic, so please be nice, and don't forget to R&R!
I honestly don't care if I get flames cuz that way, I'll know that at least somebody's reading my fic. Besides, I'll just use them to sacrifice The Brat, aka, my baby sister. ^_^
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Chapter one: Everything's fine...For now... I think...I hope.......
"Hey 'Geta. What's up?" Gohan plopped down next to Vegeta, who was sitting on a cliff over looking the 'Z' Village, as Gohan called it.
"Grrrr......."
"Ehehe, right." Gohan edged away slowly, as though his companion would attack him at any moment. "Sooo, erm, what's wrong?"
Vegeta stared at him hard, wondering if he could confide in him. He kept on staring for a few minutes, then looked at his own house as if he wanted to blow it up. "Baka onna. A sayajin needs to train!"
"What, the couch again?"
"OF COURSE BRAT!!! WHAT ELSE?!?!?!"
"WELL SORRY! IT AIN'T MY FAULT SHE FLEW OVER OUR TRAINING SPOT AND GOT BLOWN UP!!!!!!!!!" They both glared at each other, growling and breathing hard. "Ahem. Sorry. I guess I need a training partner that actually gives me an exercise. Stupid Picoro. *scowls* Sooooo, how long are you on the couch?"
"Until further notice. 'And if you don't behave yourself like a normal human, you'll be on the couch for an entire year." He mimicked, scowling even deeper. "Baka onna. She can't last that long without me!!! I hope.... Damn fan fiction authors."
"Poor you." Gohan grinned, clearly enjoying his pain.. "Hey, Vegeta?"
"What?!!" He snarled.
"What if you go into heat while-"
"DON'T EVEN FRICKIN' SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!" he screamed. Gohan scrambled away. Vegeta's eyes were popping, and his fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were white.
"Wha- Heh. hahaha. Hahahahahahaaaa. BWAAHAHAHAAAA!!!! OH MY GOSH!!! YOU'RE IN HEAT AIN'T YOU?!!!!!!" He laughed hard, on all fours and banging his fist on the ground.
"SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he roared. Startled, Gohan fell back and rolled off the cliff.
"VEGETA, HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!" He screamed. No answer. "VEGETA, I'M NOT KIDDING!!!!" Still no answer. "VEGETA, IF YOU DON'T HELP OUT, BULMA'S GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!!!!!"
"VEEGEEEEEEEETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" he screamed, loosing his head. Clinging to the wall of the cliff, he prayed to Kami that a miracle would occur. He felt something gently take hold of his tail and pry him loose from the wall. He opened his eyes, trying to find the floor. The ground was several hundred feet below. "Vegeta, what are you doing?" he asked timidly, seeing the smirk on his face.
"You are gonna be a good boy, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you are gonna help me solve my little problem, right?"
"Yes!" he yelled.
"And you are gonna get the crap knocked out of you if anything goes wrong, RIGHT?" he growled.
"YES VEGETA, NOW LET ME GO!!!"
"'Kay." He loosened his grip. Gohan slid down.
"Thank you." He let out a sigh of relief.
"Now keep your end of the bargain and tell me how I can get outta this mess."
"I dunno 'Geta, you tell me."
"YOU INSENSITIVE BRAT!! YOU GOT ME INTO THIS MESS AND YOU'RE GONNA HELP ME OUT OF IT!!!!" he roared.
"Alright, alright, don't have a cow! Okay, here's what you're gonna do.........." He whispered some instructions to him.
"You really think that'll work?"
"Positive. Trunks always does that when Jun gets mad at him."
"But it doesn't always work."
"But they always get back together either way, right?"
"Ugh. Do I have to wear the suit?"
"Yes! If you don't, it'll never work."
"Ugh." Gohan smirked evilly. 'I gotta stop influencing this kid.' Gohan, being able to read minds, heard this, and grinned even wider.
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"Any day now, Vegeta!!"
"Wait!"
"Hurry up! I'm getting old over here!" he yelled.
"Do I have to wear the suit?" he grumbled.
"VEGETA GET OUT HERE NOW!"
"I ain't coming out!"
"VEGETA, I'M WARNING YOU!!!" he yelled, pounding on the door.
"Nope. Ain't coming out."
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!!" He took a card and opened the door. "You better have your clothes on or you're gonna hafta pay for my therapy!" he warned, sticking his head through the door. To his relief, Vegeta was dressed in the tux Gohan had borrowed from Trunks. The pants were a little long, but they still fit fine.
"Sooo, whadya think?" he asked, looking down at himself.
"Huh, it actually looks nice."
"Brat, where's your suit?"
"Huh?"
"You're the chauffer, remember?" he growled.
"Oh yeah. Oops, I forgot."
".............." He glared at Gohan, resisting the urge to strangle the half-breed brat. [A/N He's got the urge!^_^]
"Kami, Veggie, I'm joking! It's in one of these drawers." he dug through them, until he found a blue tux that
fit him perfectly. "Damn, it's wrinkled. Get the iron out, will ya?"
"You know how to iron?" he asked, plugging in the iron.
"Yeah. I had to do all the ironing when 'Ama* was big and fat with Goten," he said, grinning.
"Better not let the bitch hear you say that."
"Don't worry, I won't. I'm already on probation." he said, testing the iron with the tip of his finger. Then he took off his shirt and pants, and threw them in the laundry basket.
"Thanks a lot, Gohan, now I'm scarred for life," he muttered turning away from boxer-boy.
"You're welcome." He grinned the famous Son Grin, ironing the suit. After they were well pressed, he put them on and asked, "How do I look?"
"Hn."
"Whatever. You go downstairs and lead Bulma to the car. I'll get the thing started." He jumped out the window, pulling out some car keys. "Man this thing is awesome," he whispered, admiring the silver Mustang Vegeta had chosen, then jumped in and revved up. Just then, Bulma and Vegeta came out, hand in hand. 'Aww, how sweet,' he thought, grinning even wider.
~Can it, brat!~ Vegeta growled telepathically.
"Oops." He jumped out the car, opened the door for Bulma, and helped her in. He was about to jump into his own seat, but Vegeta stopped him.
"Ahem."
"What?" Vegeta stood there, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground.
"Oh," he said, then jumped out and let him in. ~I can't believe Bulma actually let me drive this thing.~ he said to Vegeta telepathically.
Being able to hear this through her bond with Vegeta, she said, "Gohan, if anything happens to my beautiful, brand-new car, you are soooooooooo gonna pay for all of it!"
"Heh. Yeah,yeah, I know, 'Ama gave me a giant lecture over the responsibility that comes with having something that belongs to some one else. Especially if that something is big, nice-looking, and expensive. So, what time d'you want me to pick you lovebirds up?"
"We might be gone for a while, so we'll either give you a call or get a cab."
"Great. This is gonna be a loooong weekend." he sighed.
"Ah, don't worry Gohan," Bulma said soothingly. "I'm sure you'll have lots of fun pulling pranks on Kuririn!"
"I'm on probation, remember?"
Vegeta smirked. "You'll find something else to do. Like taking care of the brats."
Gohan groaned. "Great. Just great. I gotta baby sit the next Destructive Duo."
* 'Ama is mother in spanish
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A/N:Poor Gohan, stuck with Trunks for a week! Or two....... I'm not sure yet.
Umm.........
Like I said before, this is my first fic, so please be nice, and don't forget to R&R!
I honestly don't care if I get flames cuz that way, I'll know that at least somebody's reading my fic. Besides, I'll just use them to sacrifice The Brat, aka, my baby sister. ^_^
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