PP: Hiya people!!! I'm back, and with a completely new story in the
works!!!
YPP: *groan* You didn't finish you YGO or HP story yet, why bother. You said yourself that you couldn't balance two stories. I'd like to see you try with three.
PP: *pout* Buzz off.
Disclaimer: Does it look like I own DBZ? No. If I were Akira Toriyama, I'd be marching up to TV stations all around the world demanding that they'd at LEAST finish playing the Buu Saga! Huff, huff.
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"TRUUNKS! I'm bored..." Goten whined at his friend, munching on a piece of cookie Mrs. Briefs had supplied them with. "Calm down, would ya?" Trunks snapped, looking out the window. It was a cold winter afternoon, and they weren't allowed to Chi-blast the snow. Trunks winced as his mom's high voiced entered his memory.
~* "How many times do I have to tell you, NO!!!" Bulma hollered, putting her hand on her hips and glaring at the purple-haired boy cowering in front of her. "But Mom..." Trunks protested desperately, "it's no fun if I can't go out! I could melt the snow, or power up to keep myself warm!!!" Bulma leered at her son. "All right, all right..." Trunks muttered, not wishing to experience Bulma's high voice again.
"On the other hand," Bulma continued as though there hadn't been an argument at all, "you could invite Goten over." Trunks' eyes brightened a bit, but even with his friend here, he wouldn't dare cause havoc while his dad was training in the Gravity Room. There is no way that he'd be happy about two demi-saiyajins running around the house squealing. "Sure." He replied sullenly, traipsing back to his room.*~
"I know!" Trunks suddenly said, jerking his friend out of his trance. "We could play videogames!!! Super Smash Bros!" Goten grinned, then his eyes fell on the computer sitting on Trunks' desk. "Hey Trunks..." He asked slowly, eyeing the machine. "Do you know how to use a commuter?" Trunks sighed at his friend's in-expertise. "Of course I do, you baka. And it's called a computer. You know those papers I hand it to Sensei? Ever wonder why they're always so nice?" (A/N: I'm not that familiar with DBZ, although I love it. Don't flame me. Anything that seems wrong...attribute it to the fact that I've been watching for a couple of months only)
Goten shook his head. Trunks thought for a while, weighing his options. He always beat Goten at Super Smash Bros anyways, and since he's never used a computer before, it might be fun.
With a quick jump, he landed in front of the machine and turned the thing on. He motioned for Goten to come over, before explaining some of the things that a computer could do. After telling him some of the easier things, such as typing, the mouse, drawing programs and playing games, he moved on to another thing, the internet.
"But Trunks, I don't understand!" Goten complained after Trunks accessed the internet and started checking his e-mail. "Just think of it as a bulletin board. You put things on for other people to read, and other people put things on for you to read." He said through gritted teeth. He was particularly frustrated because his penpal in Great Britain announced that he was officially a freak and wouldn't be talking to him anymore. How dare he! How he liked to fly over there and wring that insolent idiot's neck, but then there were Bulma's rules about not killing anything. They usually applied to his dad, but he doubted his mother would make any allowances for him.
Goten puzzled over this for a while. "Then why don't I see anybody coming and going?" He asked again. Trunks rolled his eyes. "Uh...It's like a TV. Those people you see aren't actually that small, and they're not actually in the box." Goten appeared surprised. "You mean they're not?" He made a mental note to tickle his dad the next time he saw him.
"So..." Trunks typed in a couple of words on the computer. Fanfiction.net, it read. "My friend gave me this website a couple of days ago. You know, the Harry Potter maniac? Well he said they have stories about just about anything in the world. We could see if they have anything interesting."
Goten levitated off the floor to see what his friend was doing. "Ooh! Lookie!" He squealed when he got close enough to read the small print. "It says..January 31st, A new section, entitled, Dragonball GT, has been added (A/N: I know it's not there yet. Humour me.)" Trunks nodded, and quickly pressed the link to 'Anime'. (A/N: The update said to go to Anime, ok?) In a second, a page full of blue print showed up. Trunks scrolled around, looking at the words and the number beside them.
A large number jumped out at them. Over twenty-six thousand!!! Trunks' heart leaped as he saw the thing beside it. "Look, Goten, look!!! DRAGONBALL Z!!!" Goten covered his ears, but recovered soon after. "Press it, press it!" He yelled, just as loud as his friend had, but unnecessarily. The computer was already processing Trunks' command, and within seconds, they were in the main zone.
Slapping each other a high-five and grinning ear to ear, Goten and Trunks settled in the same chair and began looking through the stories. "Trip to Capsule Corp", "Goku's relevance", and others caught their attention, but none more than "The saiyajin no ouji and the low-life third class carrot" They looked at each other, beweildered, then simultaneously reached for the mouse.
"In the years to come, Vegeta could never understand his feelings." Trunks read aloud, wondering where this was to lead to. "Didn't he hate Kakarotto, his woman and his spawns? He, the saiyajin no ouji, had a woman and a spawn of his own, so why was he compelled so?" Trunks paused, glancing at his friend to see whether he bore with him.
"Nevertheless, he found himself developing feelings for Goku. Pleasant, warm feelings." At this point in time, both boys burst out laughing, although they didn't fully understand it.
"SHUT UP, YOU BRATS!!!" Vegeta hollered. He has broken the Gravity Room, or so he thought. Bulma was sick and tired of him spending all his time there, so she...pressed a couple of buttons, to say the least. He was NOT in a good mood, and proceeded to order a movie when the bout of laughter interrupted his phone call. "CAN'T I HAVE SOME PEACE AROUND HERE???" Vegeta snarled from downstairs, trusting his threat to be enough.
The boys quietened down, but continued to giggle silently. Oh how mad Mr. Vegeta would be if he saw these stories. Still grinning, they exited that particular fanfiction and continued to forage.
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PP: Well, how was that?
YPP: *yawn* You're still talking?
PP: *whacks Yami over the head with a mallet* Shut up. Thanks for reading and please review. Flames will be used to keep me warm, in this damn Canadian weather.
A/N: 1st, I like Canada, so don't get me wrong. 2nd, I like Vegeta and Goku, so don't get me wrong. 3rd, *goes down on her knees and grovels* PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE don't give me any flames...
YPP: *groan* You didn't finish you YGO or HP story yet, why bother. You said yourself that you couldn't balance two stories. I'd like to see you try with three.
PP: *pout* Buzz off.
Disclaimer: Does it look like I own DBZ? No. If I were Akira Toriyama, I'd be marching up to TV stations all around the world demanding that they'd at LEAST finish playing the Buu Saga! Huff, huff.
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"TRUUNKS! I'm bored..." Goten whined at his friend, munching on a piece of cookie Mrs. Briefs had supplied them with. "Calm down, would ya?" Trunks snapped, looking out the window. It was a cold winter afternoon, and they weren't allowed to Chi-blast the snow. Trunks winced as his mom's high voiced entered his memory.
~* "How many times do I have to tell you, NO!!!" Bulma hollered, putting her hand on her hips and glaring at the purple-haired boy cowering in front of her. "But Mom..." Trunks protested desperately, "it's no fun if I can't go out! I could melt the snow, or power up to keep myself warm!!!" Bulma leered at her son. "All right, all right..." Trunks muttered, not wishing to experience Bulma's high voice again.
"On the other hand," Bulma continued as though there hadn't been an argument at all, "you could invite Goten over." Trunks' eyes brightened a bit, but even with his friend here, he wouldn't dare cause havoc while his dad was training in the Gravity Room. There is no way that he'd be happy about two demi-saiyajins running around the house squealing. "Sure." He replied sullenly, traipsing back to his room.*~
"I know!" Trunks suddenly said, jerking his friend out of his trance. "We could play videogames!!! Super Smash Bros!" Goten grinned, then his eyes fell on the computer sitting on Trunks' desk. "Hey Trunks..." He asked slowly, eyeing the machine. "Do you know how to use a commuter?" Trunks sighed at his friend's in-expertise. "Of course I do, you baka. And it's called a computer. You know those papers I hand it to Sensei? Ever wonder why they're always so nice?" (A/N: I'm not that familiar with DBZ, although I love it. Don't flame me. Anything that seems wrong...attribute it to the fact that I've been watching for a couple of months only)
Goten shook his head. Trunks thought for a while, weighing his options. He always beat Goten at Super Smash Bros anyways, and since he's never used a computer before, it might be fun.
With a quick jump, he landed in front of the machine and turned the thing on. He motioned for Goten to come over, before explaining some of the things that a computer could do. After telling him some of the easier things, such as typing, the mouse, drawing programs and playing games, he moved on to another thing, the internet.
"But Trunks, I don't understand!" Goten complained after Trunks accessed the internet and started checking his e-mail. "Just think of it as a bulletin board. You put things on for other people to read, and other people put things on for you to read." He said through gritted teeth. He was particularly frustrated because his penpal in Great Britain announced that he was officially a freak and wouldn't be talking to him anymore. How dare he! How he liked to fly over there and wring that insolent idiot's neck, but then there were Bulma's rules about not killing anything. They usually applied to his dad, but he doubted his mother would make any allowances for him.
Goten puzzled over this for a while. "Then why don't I see anybody coming and going?" He asked again. Trunks rolled his eyes. "Uh...It's like a TV. Those people you see aren't actually that small, and they're not actually in the box." Goten appeared surprised. "You mean they're not?" He made a mental note to tickle his dad the next time he saw him.
"So..." Trunks typed in a couple of words on the computer. Fanfiction.net, it read. "My friend gave me this website a couple of days ago. You know, the Harry Potter maniac? Well he said they have stories about just about anything in the world. We could see if they have anything interesting."
Goten levitated off the floor to see what his friend was doing. "Ooh! Lookie!" He squealed when he got close enough to read the small print. "It says..January 31st, A new section, entitled, Dragonball GT, has been added (A/N: I know it's not there yet. Humour me.)" Trunks nodded, and quickly pressed the link to 'Anime'. (A/N: The update said to go to Anime, ok?) In a second, a page full of blue print showed up. Trunks scrolled around, looking at the words and the number beside them.
A large number jumped out at them. Over twenty-six thousand!!! Trunks' heart leaped as he saw the thing beside it. "Look, Goten, look!!! DRAGONBALL Z!!!" Goten covered his ears, but recovered soon after. "Press it, press it!" He yelled, just as loud as his friend had, but unnecessarily. The computer was already processing Trunks' command, and within seconds, they were in the main zone.
Slapping each other a high-five and grinning ear to ear, Goten and Trunks settled in the same chair and began looking through the stories. "Trip to Capsule Corp", "Goku's relevance", and others caught their attention, but none more than "The saiyajin no ouji and the low-life third class carrot" They looked at each other, beweildered, then simultaneously reached for the mouse.
"In the years to come, Vegeta could never understand his feelings." Trunks read aloud, wondering where this was to lead to. "Didn't he hate Kakarotto, his woman and his spawns? He, the saiyajin no ouji, had a woman and a spawn of his own, so why was he compelled so?" Trunks paused, glancing at his friend to see whether he bore with him.
"Nevertheless, he found himself developing feelings for Goku. Pleasant, warm feelings." At this point in time, both boys burst out laughing, although they didn't fully understand it.
"SHUT UP, YOU BRATS!!!" Vegeta hollered. He has broken the Gravity Room, or so he thought. Bulma was sick and tired of him spending all his time there, so she...pressed a couple of buttons, to say the least. He was NOT in a good mood, and proceeded to order a movie when the bout of laughter interrupted his phone call. "CAN'T I HAVE SOME PEACE AROUND HERE???" Vegeta snarled from downstairs, trusting his threat to be enough.
The boys quietened down, but continued to giggle silently. Oh how mad Mr. Vegeta would be if he saw these stories. Still grinning, they exited that particular fanfiction and continued to forage.
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PP: Well, how was that?
YPP: *yawn* You're still talking?
PP: *whacks Yami over the head with a mallet* Shut up. Thanks for reading and please review. Flames will be used to keep me warm, in this damn Canadian weather.
A/N: 1st, I like Canada, so don't get me wrong. 2nd, I like Vegeta and Goku, so don't get me wrong. 3rd, *goes down on her knees and grovels* PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE don't give me any flames...