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Dragonball Z. Don't sue me, I'm poor!
It was a beautiful day on planet Earth. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everybody was happy.... Right?
"Trunks, clean you're stuff up, right now!" Vegeta bellowed. "And don't forget to do the washing up. By the way, that Bulma-woman just called,"
Trunks looked up, surprised by this somewhat brighter news. "What did she say?"
"That you have to clean up your room as well," Vegeta grinned maliciously. "If you need anyone, don't cry for me, I'm fishing,"
The door slammed shut. Trunks gave a sigh. Now he had to clean up the entire house all alone before Bulma would come home. He glanced down at his watch. 5 pm. Bulma would come home somewhere in the evening, which meant he still had some time, and could do something else now.
Letting himself fall down in the chair, he put on the tv. Watching a boring program like the one he was watching, made him suddenly realise how heavy his eyelids were... Before he could stop it, or even knew what was happening, he had dozed off.
...
As Trunks woke up, he had a bad feeling in his stomach. Something didn't feel right. Of course he had slept well, and... He stretched his back, and as he did so his eyes glided over the clock.
9 pm! He had slept for 4 hours, and Bulma could come home any minute now, while the house was still a pigsty!
Suddenly being very nervous, Trunks jumped as he heard the noise of the door opening. Only thinking about what would happen if Bulma found out she had to clean everything herself, Trunks ran to the kitchen. Damn, locked. But the key had to be here somewhere...
Pulling out the drawer, everything falls on the ground, making a loud noise. Hastily Trunks searches the key, but obviously it isn't there. Isn't that the sound of footsteps...?
Trunks looked around desperately. Now what?!