Blue Marmalade
Once upon a time, there was a nice raspberry bush named Angelique. She has nothing to do with the story. I just owed her a favor after losing a game of poker.
Anyway, one day Trunks was wandering about aimlessly. It wasn't actually aimless; he was looking for his father. But Vegeta was off doing something stupid where his pride would get him into trouble again.
This was during the Buu Saga, but somehow Trunks looked like future Trunks and not like Chibi Trunks, which he should look like. Goten looked like he should, so this was a little puzzling. Goten was walking with Trunks and noticed something,
"Trunks, why do you have a sword on your back?"
"I don't know. I don't even know why the author made me look like this. Hey author-person-lady! Why do I have a sword?"
The author stopped writing for a moment to ponder this.
"You Have A Sword On Your Back Because You Look Like Future Trunks."
"Okay, " said Trunks, still puzzled, "then why do I look like future Trunks?"
"You Silly, Future Trunks Is Way Kawaii, That Is Why You Look Like Future Trunks. Not That You Aren't Kawaii Now, But Still, Future Trunks Is More Kawaii."
"What does 'Kawaii' mean, author-person-lady?" asked Goten innocently.
"Cute. What Else Would You Like To Know?" asked the author patiently.
"How does this story end?"
"Trunks! You Know I Can't Tell You That! Shame On You! Wow! This Is A Lot Of Exclamation Points!" exclaimed the author.
"Sorry."
"That's Okay. Goodbye Now."
"Goodbye author-person-lady!" chorused Goten and Trunks, waving to the person in dark blue jeans and a light green t-shirt that said "Kame! Hame! Ha!" on it. She stood up and waved back.
"Oh Yes, I Forgot. What Do You Want To Happen Next? I Can't Think Of Anything."
"Ummm, can I find Dad?" asked Trunks.
"Ah-Hah! Perfect! Thank You Trunks!"
The author vanished, and started typing again.
Suddenly, the sound of Bulma's frying pan rang through the air. Both Trunks and Goten winced.
"I think your dad's home." Remarked Goten,
"No kidding." Replied Trunks. The two friends flew home and entered the living room through the window. A familiar figure walked through the door.
"Hi mom!"
"Hi Bulma!"
Bulma was looking exasperated,
"Don't you ever use doors?" she asked the general vicinity. The general vicinity thought about it and replied it didn't think it had ever used a door, but if she wanted, it would be sure to remember them in the future.
Bulma looked faintly shocked at this, as she wasn't used to having conversations with her house, she wandered back to the kitchen in a dazed state.
"Hey, is your mom okay?" asked Goten.
"Yeah, she'll be fine. She did that last week when Dad came home in a pink tutu."
"Vegeta came home in a pink tutu?" asked Gohan, who can just entered the room.
"Yeah!" said Trunks, "And high-heels too!"
"Wow. That's kinda creepy."
"Are you talking about me?" asked Vegeta. "You had better not be talking about me."
"Dad? Is that you?" called Trunks.
"Yes, Trunks. It's me." Replied Vegeta, who poked his head into the room to see what they were doing.
There was a gasp and a thud as Gohan passed out and hit the floor.
"Gohan! What happened?" asked Goten curiously.
Trunks didn't answer; he was too busy staring at Vegeta.
"Da-da-d-d-d-dad? Wh-what happened to your hair?"
"Oh, do you like it? It goes with my new outfit." He stepped out into the room, revealing a black satin cocktail gown. His familiar ice-cream hair was tamed into an elegant bun.
Trunks and Goten both fainted at the same time.
"Dang. I didn't get to ask them what they thought of my nice white elbow gloves."
Bulma peeked through the door and saw Trunks, Goten, and Gohan unconscious on the floor.
"Vegeta!" she shrieked, "What did you do to those boys!" She hit him on the head with her frying pan.
"Ow! Bulma! You're mussing my hair! Ow! Ow! Hey, cut that out! Bulma!"
***
Don't worry! I wouldn't do that to poor Veggie-chan!!! *gives him a big hug*
Vegeta: Get off me woman!!!
Kai: *continues hugging him, a dreamy expression on her face*
Vegeta: Bulma!!!
Bulma: *falls over laughing*
Once upon a time, there was a nice raspberry bush named Angelique. She has nothing to do with the story. I just owed her a favor after losing a game of poker.
Anyway, one day Trunks was wandering about aimlessly. It wasn't actually aimless; he was looking for his father. But Vegeta was off doing something stupid where his pride would get him into trouble again.
This was during the Buu Saga, but somehow Trunks looked like future Trunks and not like Chibi Trunks, which he should look like. Goten looked like he should, so this was a little puzzling. Goten was walking with Trunks and noticed something,
"Trunks, why do you have a sword on your back?"
"I don't know. I don't even know why the author made me look like this. Hey author-person-lady! Why do I have a sword?"
The author stopped writing for a moment to ponder this.
"You Have A Sword On Your Back Because You Look Like Future Trunks."
"Okay, " said Trunks, still puzzled, "then why do I look like future Trunks?"
"You Silly, Future Trunks Is Way Kawaii, That Is Why You Look Like Future Trunks. Not That You Aren't Kawaii Now, But Still, Future Trunks Is More Kawaii."
"What does 'Kawaii' mean, author-person-lady?" asked Goten innocently.
"Cute. What Else Would You Like To Know?" asked the author patiently.
"How does this story end?"
"Trunks! You Know I Can't Tell You That! Shame On You! Wow! This Is A Lot Of Exclamation Points!" exclaimed the author.
"Sorry."
"That's Okay. Goodbye Now."
"Goodbye author-person-lady!" chorused Goten and Trunks, waving to the person in dark blue jeans and a light green t-shirt that said "Kame! Hame! Ha!" on it. She stood up and waved back.
"Oh Yes, I Forgot. What Do You Want To Happen Next? I Can't Think Of Anything."
"Ummm, can I find Dad?" asked Trunks.
"Ah-Hah! Perfect! Thank You Trunks!"
The author vanished, and started typing again.
Suddenly, the sound of Bulma's frying pan rang through the air. Both Trunks and Goten winced.
"I think your dad's home." Remarked Goten,
"No kidding." Replied Trunks. The two friends flew home and entered the living room through the window. A familiar figure walked through the door.
"Hi mom!"
"Hi Bulma!"
Bulma was looking exasperated,
"Don't you ever use doors?" she asked the general vicinity. The general vicinity thought about it and replied it didn't think it had ever used a door, but if she wanted, it would be sure to remember them in the future.
Bulma looked faintly shocked at this, as she wasn't used to having conversations with her house, she wandered back to the kitchen in a dazed state.
"Hey, is your mom okay?" asked Goten.
"Yeah, she'll be fine. She did that last week when Dad came home in a pink tutu."
"Vegeta came home in a pink tutu?" asked Gohan, who can just entered the room.
"Yeah!" said Trunks, "And high-heels too!"
"Wow. That's kinda creepy."
"Are you talking about me?" asked Vegeta. "You had better not be talking about me."
"Dad? Is that you?" called Trunks.
"Yes, Trunks. It's me." Replied Vegeta, who poked his head into the room to see what they were doing.
There was a gasp and a thud as Gohan passed out and hit the floor.
"Gohan! What happened?" asked Goten curiously.
Trunks didn't answer; he was too busy staring at Vegeta.
"Da-da-d-d-d-dad? Wh-what happened to your hair?"
"Oh, do you like it? It goes with my new outfit." He stepped out into the room, revealing a black satin cocktail gown. His familiar ice-cream hair was tamed into an elegant bun.
Trunks and Goten both fainted at the same time.
"Dang. I didn't get to ask them what they thought of my nice white elbow gloves."
Bulma peeked through the door and saw Trunks, Goten, and Gohan unconscious on the floor.
"Vegeta!" she shrieked, "What did you do to those boys!" She hit him on the head with her frying pan.
"Ow! Bulma! You're mussing my hair! Ow! Ow! Hey, cut that out! Bulma!"
***
Don't worry! I wouldn't do that to poor Veggie-chan!!! *gives him a big hug*
Vegeta: Get off me woman!!!
Kai: *continues hugging him, a dreamy expression on her face*
Vegeta: Bulma!!!
Bulma: *falls over laughing*