Mr. Big Jerk and Little Ms. Crybaby
A/N: Ahh, the young lives of two little rivals. I'm making a sequel for this.
Chapter 1: Look at the Fireworks!
It was a beautiful Saturday morning around the Kame House. The water was as calm as always and the rays of the sun shone down, replicating a golden cascade on the never-ending spread of sea. Marron was up in the kitchen watching her mother, Juuhachigou, and the "piggy", Oolong, prepare a hearty morning's meal. So far, they were the only ones awake. Soon, everyone else would be too, once they smell the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.
"Mommy, what's those?" the little six-year-old asked, referring to the flat pieces of bread she saw her mother cooking in the pan. Her little blonde pigtails bounced on her shoulders as she got out of her chair to take a closer look.
"These are called 'pancakes', Marron..." Juuhachigou replied warmly while flipping over a piece.
Oolong quickly turned his attention towards them. "WHAT?!" he snapped. Marron flinched at his sudden outburst. "Kid, you mean you're telling me you don't KNOW what a pancake is?!?! Geez, you must've gotten your IQ from your mother!"
"HEY! Watch it, PIG!!!" Juuhachigou warned and gave him a death glare.
"Yes, ma'am…" he squeaked as he shrank back to a corner.
"He, he, you silly piggy!" Marron giggled. Oolong snorted and continued with his cooking.
A few minutes later, Krillin and Master Roshi walked in with their mouths watery and their noses in the air. Eagerly, they took their seats at the table.
"Morning, daddy!" Marron greeted.
"Good morning, sweetie." Krillin replied as he let her jump on him with open arms.
She looked at Master Roshi, who was reading some magazines. "Morning, Mr. Roshi!" she added.
"Eh? Oh…morning, Marron." He replied without looking away from his reading, or shall I say "observing" (um, just in case you didn't know, he likes looking at dirty pictures of women). Krillin grunted in disgust and turned to his wife.
"So, what are we having?" he asked.
"A baby…" Juuhachigou replied jokingly.
"WHAT?!?!" Krillin screeched in surprise. Poor Marron, who was still on his lap, had nearly gone deaf from that.
Juuhachigou laughed and placed down her spatula. "I was only kidding around, Krillin. We're having pancakes and whatever 'piggy', here, is cooking." She said then suddenly turned silent. Being the pompous person she was, this was her way of saying, "You tell anyone about this moment and I'll kick your asses to Pluto!!!"
*After Breakfast*
Ring! Ring! Ring! Juuhachigou groaned and then quickly picked up the dreaded noise otherwise known as the phone. Irritably, she spoke into it. "Hello?!"
"Hi, this is Bulma!" said the voice on the other line.
Juuhachigou grimaced, then she noticed Krillin walk into the room. Hastily, she threw it at him. Confused, he put the receiver to his ear. "Uh, hello?" he asked as his wife left.
"Krillin? Gee, I could've sworn I was talking to Juuhachigou earlier…"
"Uh…" was his reply.
"Anyway, nevermind that. I just called to invite everyone that's over there right now to a party today. It's another one of my get-togethers."
"Um, sure, Bulma…this wouldn't happen to be another of your last-minute invitations, would it?"
She laughed. "You know me, always too busy with arranging the party to even invite the guests!"
"Yeah, I DO know you." Krillin replied.
Bulma laughed again. "Oh, well…the party is at 3."
"In the afternoon?"
"No, I mean in the morning…of course in the afternoon! And don't forget to bring Marron with you. I'm sure Bra will be glad to see her."
"But isn't Bra only a year…" he was cut off by a "click" sound. Bulma had already hung up. "…old?" he finished. With a sigh, he put down his phone and went to inform everyone about the party.
*At the Briefs'*
Trunks quietly crept down the dark hallways of the third floor. He moved like a shadow, trying to avoid being hit and "killed" during the game. There was someone else up there with him. That scent filled the air again. He could smell him. He was near. With a sly grin and a silent snicker, he made his way towards the closet door, knowing that his prey was hidden within. Slowly, he reached for the knob. Beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. His hand inching closer and closer until, finally, he had a hold of it. Steadily, he twisted it around and swung the door open, nearly tearing it off. With one quick holler, which was the signal of war, he jumped in and began searching around, but no luck. Disappointment spread all over his face and he walked back out. He treaded towards the stairs when…
"HHEEYYAA!!!" someone cried from behind and tackled him to the floor.
Taken by surprise, he fought back and pushed the person off. Laughter was heard. Trunks scrambled to his feet, realizing who it was.
"I got you! You LOSE!" Goten announced proudly.
Trunks frowned. "Goten! You were supposed to be in the closet!" he yelled.
"What? Why? So you could WIN?!" Goten shot back.
"EXACTLY!"
"WHAT? You can't be a winner ALL the time, Trunks."
"Yes I can." Trunks replied arrogantly.
"No you can't." Goten told him.
"YES I can!!"
"NO you can't!!"
"YES I CAN!!!"
"NO YOU CAN'T!!!"
"YE--" Trunks was cut off. "Boys, come down here and help me with some things!" Bulma called from downstairs.
"Okay!" the two yelled and raced down.
*Later when the Party Began*
Bulma looked around. She couldn't see them anywhere. They were up to something again. And she knew. It was too calm and smooth all around. This made her a bit uneasy as she shifted in her seat, listening to some business people.
"C'mon, Goten!" Trunks whispered.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Goten murmured back.
The two crawled under table after table until they finally reached their destination. The punch bowl. Slowly and cautiously, they stood up, keeping their heads crouched down a little. Trunks reached into his pocket and brought out two firecrackers. Goten brought out a match.
Carefully, Trunks placed one of the firecrackers into the punch bowl and looked around. Good, no one saw them. Then he looked at the other firecracker in his hand.
"What should I do wit--" he stopped and noticed a huge, gigantic cake on the table. With a devious smirk, he placed the other one in the cake. Goten watched him and let out a snicker. Then he lighted the firecrackers and the two immediately disappeared behind the house.
*~*~*~*
Marron cheerfully walked around and noticed the two boys run for cover. Obliviously, she followed them to the side, where they observed the party. Trunks was grinning as he and Goten peeked out, without realizing that a certain pigtailed blonde was right behind.
Marron curiously followed their gaze to the punch table and wondered what was so special about it. Then…
"BOOM!!! POP!!! POP!!!" It exploded! The liquid from the punch and the pieces from the cake went soaring into the air, covering everything within 100 feet. People screamed and ran around, trying to get the stuff out of their hair and clothes. Bulma was one of them and so was…Vegeta, except he didn't run around or scream for that matter. He merely stood with his fists clenched and steam coming from his ear.
Marron was surprised and turned pale for a moment. Once recovered, she looked at the snickering boys in front of her.
"You're in trouble!" she yelled. They both spun around and gasped.
"Marron, what're you doing here?!" Trunks fumed.
She responded by sticking her tongue out at him and anticipated to run away, but he suddenly caught her by her hair and pulled her back.
"OOWWW!!" she yelped in pain. "TRUNKS! You're hurting me!"
Trunks let go and glared. Goten watched her with pity.
"You better not tell ANYONE!" Trunks growled at the crying girl. She stared back at him and sniffed. For some reason, he felt sorry for her, but didn't let that stop his ego.
"Stop crying, will ya?!" he barked, which made her tears fall more rapidly. With a disgusted look, he turned away, trying to avoid her eyes. "Crybaby," he mumbled.
Marron frowned at him, "Meanie! I HATE YOU!!"
"Yeah, well, I hate you too! Little bratty crybaby!" Trunks shot back as he turned back around. They both started calling each other names. But, of course, Trunks knew a heck of a lot more names than she did, which she didn't understand. They ranted on for about half an hour, when someone grabbed a hold of Trunks' shoulder. At first, he thought it was Goten, but the hand felt larger and a lot stronger. Timidly, he turned around only to meet with two coal black eyes that burned into his blue ones.
"He-he-hello, father." Trunks greeted apprehensively.
Vegeta sneered and growled, "BOY!! I'm gonna rip your lungs out!" Cake still covered parts of his face as he tightened his grip on his son. Trunks now trembled under his father's touch and pleaded with his eyes to have mercy on him. Goten saw this and was about to run away when Vegeta reached out and grabbed him. Now, he had the two firmly in his grasp and was about to blow them when Bulma called him from behind.
"VEGETA! Leave them alone. They are only kids, for Kami's sake!" she scolded.
"So? Goten is ten and Trunks is eleven." he snorted.
"So, they don't know any better!" Bulma shot him a death glare. With a disappointed grunt, he let go of the two boys and stomped away. Trunks and Goten sighed in relief but immediately froze when they noticed Bulma's glower. She marched on over to them.
"You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves!!" she scolded. "And for what you've done, you'll just have to be punished. First, I want you both to apologize to everyone here. Address them formally, one by one. Then, clean up all the mess around this area, and I don't want to see a single piece of trash or leftover cake on the ground or anywhere else!"
Trunks groaned. "EVERYONE???" he asked.
"Yes, everyone," Bulma replied sternly.
A/N: Next chapter coming up very soon…
A/N: Ahh, the young lives of two little rivals. I'm making a sequel for this.
Chapter 1: Look at the Fireworks!
It was a beautiful Saturday morning around the Kame House. The water was as calm as always and the rays of the sun shone down, replicating a golden cascade on the never-ending spread of sea. Marron was up in the kitchen watching her mother, Juuhachigou, and the "piggy", Oolong, prepare a hearty morning's meal. So far, they were the only ones awake. Soon, everyone else would be too, once they smell the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.
"Mommy, what's those?" the little six-year-old asked, referring to the flat pieces of bread she saw her mother cooking in the pan. Her little blonde pigtails bounced on her shoulders as she got out of her chair to take a closer look.
"These are called 'pancakes', Marron..." Juuhachigou replied warmly while flipping over a piece.
Oolong quickly turned his attention towards them. "WHAT?!" he snapped. Marron flinched at his sudden outburst. "Kid, you mean you're telling me you don't KNOW what a pancake is?!?! Geez, you must've gotten your IQ from your mother!"
"HEY! Watch it, PIG!!!" Juuhachigou warned and gave him a death glare.
"Yes, ma'am…" he squeaked as he shrank back to a corner.
"He, he, you silly piggy!" Marron giggled. Oolong snorted and continued with his cooking.
A few minutes later, Krillin and Master Roshi walked in with their mouths watery and their noses in the air. Eagerly, they took their seats at the table.
"Morning, daddy!" Marron greeted.
"Good morning, sweetie." Krillin replied as he let her jump on him with open arms.
She looked at Master Roshi, who was reading some magazines. "Morning, Mr. Roshi!" she added.
"Eh? Oh…morning, Marron." He replied without looking away from his reading, or shall I say "observing" (um, just in case you didn't know, he likes looking at dirty pictures of women). Krillin grunted in disgust and turned to his wife.
"So, what are we having?" he asked.
"A baby…" Juuhachigou replied jokingly.
"WHAT?!?!" Krillin screeched in surprise. Poor Marron, who was still on his lap, had nearly gone deaf from that.
Juuhachigou laughed and placed down her spatula. "I was only kidding around, Krillin. We're having pancakes and whatever 'piggy', here, is cooking." She said then suddenly turned silent. Being the pompous person she was, this was her way of saying, "You tell anyone about this moment and I'll kick your asses to Pluto!!!"
*After Breakfast*
Ring! Ring! Ring! Juuhachigou groaned and then quickly picked up the dreaded noise otherwise known as the phone. Irritably, she spoke into it. "Hello?!"
"Hi, this is Bulma!" said the voice on the other line.
Juuhachigou grimaced, then she noticed Krillin walk into the room. Hastily, she threw it at him. Confused, he put the receiver to his ear. "Uh, hello?" he asked as his wife left.
"Krillin? Gee, I could've sworn I was talking to Juuhachigou earlier…"
"Uh…" was his reply.
"Anyway, nevermind that. I just called to invite everyone that's over there right now to a party today. It's another one of my get-togethers."
"Um, sure, Bulma…this wouldn't happen to be another of your last-minute invitations, would it?"
She laughed. "You know me, always too busy with arranging the party to even invite the guests!"
"Yeah, I DO know you." Krillin replied.
Bulma laughed again. "Oh, well…the party is at 3."
"In the afternoon?"
"No, I mean in the morning…of course in the afternoon! And don't forget to bring Marron with you. I'm sure Bra will be glad to see her."
"But isn't Bra only a year…" he was cut off by a "click" sound. Bulma had already hung up. "…old?" he finished. With a sigh, he put down his phone and went to inform everyone about the party.
*At the Briefs'*
Trunks quietly crept down the dark hallways of the third floor. He moved like a shadow, trying to avoid being hit and "killed" during the game. There was someone else up there with him. That scent filled the air again. He could smell him. He was near. With a sly grin and a silent snicker, he made his way towards the closet door, knowing that his prey was hidden within. Slowly, he reached for the knob. Beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. His hand inching closer and closer until, finally, he had a hold of it. Steadily, he twisted it around and swung the door open, nearly tearing it off. With one quick holler, which was the signal of war, he jumped in and began searching around, but no luck. Disappointment spread all over his face and he walked back out. He treaded towards the stairs when…
"HHEEYYAA!!!" someone cried from behind and tackled him to the floor.
Taken by surprise, he fought back and pushed the person off. Laughter was heard. Trunks scrambled to his feet, realizing who it was.
"I got you! You LOSE!" Goten announced proudly.
Trunks frowned. "Goten! You were supposed to be in the closet!" he yelled.
"What? Why? So you could WIN?!" Goten shot back.
"EXACTLY!"
"WHAT? You can't be a winner ALL the time, Trunks."
"Yes I can." Trunks replied arrogantly.
"No you can't." Goten told him.
"YES I can!!"
"NO you can't!!"
"YES I CAN!!!"
"NO YOU CAN'T!!!"
"YE--" Trunks was cut off. "Boys, come down here and help me with some things!" Bulma called from downstairs.
"Okay!" the two yelled and raced down.
*Later when the Party Began*
Bulma looked around. She couldn't see them anywhere. They were up to something again. And she knew. It was too calm and smooth all around. This made her a bit uneasy as she shifted in her seat, listening to some business people.
"C'mon, Goten!" Trunks whispered.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Goten murmured back.
The two crawled under table after table until they finally reached their destination. The punch bowl. Slowly and cautiously, they stood up, keeping their heads crouched down a little. Trunks reached into his pocket and brought out two firecrackers. Goten brought out a match.
Carefully, Trunks placed one of the firecrackers into the punch bowl and looked around. Good, no one saw them. Then he looked at the other firecracker in his hand.
"What should I do wit--" he stopped and noticed a huge, gigantic cake on the table. With a devious smirk, he placed the other one in the cake. Goten watched him and let out a snicker. Then he lighted the firecrackers and the two immediately disappeared behind the house.
*~*~*~*
Marron cheerfully walked around and noticed the two boys run for cover. Obliviously, she followed them to the side, where they observed the party. Trunks was grinning as he and Goten peeked out, without realizing that a certain pigtailed blonde was right behind.
Marron curiously followed their gaze to the punch table and wondered what was so special about it. Then…
"BOOM!!! POP!!! POP!!!" It exploded! The liquid from the punch and the pieces from the cake went soaring into the air, covering everything within 100 feet. People screamed and ran around, trying to get the stuff out of their hair and clothes. Bulma was one of them and so was…Vegeta, except he didn't run around or scream for that matter. He merely stood with his fists clenched and steam coming from his ear.
Marron was surprised and turned pale for a moment. Once recovered, she looked at the snickering boys in front of her.
"You're in trouble!" she yelled. They both spun around and gasped.
"Marron, what're you doing here?!" Trunks fumed.
She responded by sticking her tongue out at him and anticipated to run away, but he suddenly caught her by her hair and pulled her back.
"OOWWW!!" she yelped in pain. "TRUNKS! You're hurting me!"
Trunks let go and glared. Goten watched her with pity.
"You better not tell ANYONE!" Trunks growled at the crying girl. She stared back at him and sniffed. For some reason, he felt sorry for her, but didn't let that stop his ego.
"Stop crying, will ya?!" he barked, which made her tears fall more rapidly. With a disgusted look, he turned away, trying to avoid her eyes. "Crybaby," he mumbled.
Marron frowned at him, "Meanie! I HATE YOU!!"
"Yeah, well, I hate you too! Little bratty crybaby!" Trunks shot back as he turned back around. They both started calling each other names. But, of course, Trunks knew a heck of a lot more names than she did, which she didn't understand. They ranted on for about half an hour, when someone grabbed a hold of Trunks' shoulder. At first, he thought it was Goten, but the hand felt larger and a lot stronger. Timidly, he turned around only to meet with two coal black eyes that burned into his blue ones.
"He-he-hello, father." Trunks greeted apprehensively.
Vegeta sneered and growled, "BOY!! I'm gonna rip your lungs out!" Cake still covered parts of his face as he tightened his grip on his son. Trunks now trembled under his father's touch and pleaded with his eyes to have mercy on him. Goten saw this and was about to run away when Vegeta reached out and grabbed him. Now, he had the two firmly in his grasp and was about to blow them when Bulma called him from behind.
"VEGETA! Leave them alone. They are only kids, for Kami's sake!" she scolded.
"So? Goten is ten and Trunks is eleven." he snorted.
"So, they don't know any better!" Bulma shot him a death glare. With a disappointed grunt, he let go of the two boys and stomped away. Trunks and Goten sighed in relief but immediately froze when they noticed Bulma's glower. She marched on over to them.
"You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves!!" she scolded. "And for what you've done, you'll just have to be punished. First, I want you both to apologize to everyone here. Address them formally, one by one. Then, clean up all the mess around this area, and I don't want to see a single piece of trash or leftover cake on the ground or anywhere else!"
Trunks groaned. "EVERYONE???" he asked.
"Yes, everyone," Bulma replied sternly.
A/N: Next chapter coming up very soon…
