Author's Note: This is pathetic, but at the same time hilarious. Well, that's just in my humble--
[Trunks] *coughnotcough*
::sends a glare in his direction:: ...opinion. Anyway, why don't you read it and give me YOUR opinion? That is, in a review? Hmmm?
Disclaimer: DBZ isn't mine. However, I do own Trunks. ::grins and hold up Chibi Trunks action figure:: Seeeeeeeeee?
Trunks and Goten's Official Prank Day
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 1: Morning
"Tou-san, I need to talk to you about something." Trunks shifted his feet anxiously.
"Hm, what's that?" his father responded.
"Well, I--" *sniff* "I love you, Tou-san!" Trunks blurted.
"I love you too, son!" Vegeta cried, embracing his son.
***
"AAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!"
Trunks' own screams awoke him from the dream. Panting heavily, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Phew, what a terrible nightmare. Thank Kami it's over."
As his hand passed over the center of his forehead, his fingers touched an odd bump. "...What the?" He got up and headed to the full-length on the back of his door. Curiously, he held his bangs back and inspected his forehead.
Bulma bolted and burst into the room at the loud wailing that erupted from her son.
"NOOOOOOO! My beautiful face!" Trunks shrieked, running in circles. "Kaa-san, invent something to make it go away!"
"What, what's the matter?" Bulma grabbed her son's shoulders, forcing him to be still.
Trunks whimpered. "There's a zit in the middle of my forehead."
The blue-haired woman sweatdropped. "That's ALL?"
He frowned, reaching up to rub at the angry red pimple. "But it's ugly. It contrasts with my god-worthy sexiness."
*THUD*
Trunks looked on as his mother fell down, peering at her through his hair. "Uh, Kaa-san? You okay?"
"...Yes, dear," his mother finally managed, pulling herself to her feet. "I'll get something. Just... get ready for school. Breakfast is almost ready."
"Mmm..." Trunks drooled. "I love the smell of food in the morning..." *sniff sniff* "Ooh, waffles!"
Bulma sighed and left her son to get dressed.
***
Minutes later, the purple-haired pre-teen emerged from his room, fully clothed, and sat down eagerly at the kitchen table. In the middle of the table sat the toaster, two waffles toasting. He rubbed his hands together as his mother placed a plate in front of him and walked to the stove to fix her grumpy Saiyajin husband some breakfast, lest he complain of hunger in his own special little way, namely, blowing up her inventions.
At that moment he noticed his father sitting across from him, also eyeing the toaster. They glared at each other. Suddenly, the waffles popped up. Trunks automatically reached for them.
Vegeta looked out the window behind his son's back on the far wall, and pointed, shouting, "Hey, look, it's... it's... uh, it's... um..." He stopped to think.
"Huh? What?" Trunks' eyes widened and he swiveled around, searching. "What? Where?"
Vegeta stared at his son for a second and, shrugging, grabbed the waffles. "YOINK!"
Trunks turned back around. "Well, I didn't see anything, but..." He suddenly noticed the waffles were gone. "What the-- Hey! Leggo my Eggo!"
"Thahry," his father replied, mouth full of waffle. "Ith fisth thome, thirth therthed."
"Grrr..." Grumbling, the neo-prince got up, walked to the freezer and pulled out the box of waffles. He got two more, put the box away, and returned to the table. Sticking them in the toaster, he pushed down the lever.
Vegeta took great care of chewing slowly on the waffle in his mouth, smirking as best he could with his mouth full. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes in pleasure. When he opened them again, he looked down at his plate to see that it was empty. "Hey--" His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at his son, whose jaw was moving as he smiled. "Leggo my ego!"
Trunks sweatdropped and swallowed his stolen waffle. "Tou-san, it's EGGO! Eh-go! Not ego!"
"Oh." He was silent, obviously embarrassed.
"Besides," Trunks muttered under his breath, "at least your ego is big enough to share... and have plenty left over..."
Vegeta stood up at lightning speed, knocking over his chair, and pounded his fist against the table. "WHAT did you say?!"
His son gulped and lifted his open hands in his defense. "Uh, nothing! Heh heh heh!"
Vegeta scowled.
Trunks blinked, hit with a thought. "Say, Tou-san, do you scowl all the time because you have a really bad case of constipation?"
His father clenched his teeth, seething. "Who... gave... you... that... idea... brat?"
"Ah, no one in particular..." His eyes wandered to his mother.
The full-blooded Saiyajin growled and stomped off, having lost his appetite. Bulma turned around at the noise, blinking at her husband as he rushed past her to the living room. She sent her son a look. "What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmm." She went to cupboard, pulled out a box of doughnuts, and set it on the table.
"Mmmmm, doughnuts..." Trunks began to drool.
"Trunks! Stop dripping on the tablecloth!"
"Oh, sorry." He wiped his mouth and reached for a doughnut.
"So, what are your plans for today?" his mother asked, pulling out some pots and pans.
"Uh, nothing much..." Trunks lied, biting into a doughnut. He grinned inside, already planning more mischief for the day. "I was hoping Goten could come over later, since it's Friday."
"Well, I don't know. You know what your father thinks about your spending time with 'Kakarot's spawn.'"
"Oh yeah?" Trunks shouted, spewing bits of doughnut through his mouth. "Well, I don't CARE what VEGETA thinks! He can go take a flying fuck through a doughnut hole. ...Mmmmmmm... doughnuts..." He began to drool again.
Bulma grabbed a pan and held it under her lavender-haired son's mouth. "Oh, for Kami's sake... how many times do I have to tell you not to drip on the tablecloth? And watch your language!" She glanced at the clock. "Oh no, you're going to be late. You better get going."
Trunks wiped his mouth again and apologized. He grabbed the remaining doughnuts in the box and walked to the door. He grabbed his backpack, calling goodbye to his family, and closed it behind him. He took off.
***
Goten stood alone at the designated spot where he and his best friend rendezvoused every school morning, waiting. He sighed and stared up, watching a bird streak across the sky.
What he didn't see was Trunks, sneaking up behind him. He snickered silently and pounced on his back.
"AUGH!" Goten yelped.
Trunks grinned. "WASSUP?"
Goten sweatdropped. "Trunks, get off me."
"Eheh." Obediently, he slid off his best friend's back. "So? Ready to make everyone's day a living hell?"
Goten chuckled. "You bet."
The two demi-Saiyajins beamed at one another. The very first Official Prank Day was about to begin!
******
Well? You like? There's more to come, but you have to review! ::waves bai-bai:: Ja ne! ^^
[Trunks] *coughnotcough*
::sends a glare in his direction:: ...opinion. Anyway, why don't you read it and give me YOUR opinion? That is, in a review? Hmmm?
Disclaimer: DBZ isn't mine. However, I do own Trunks. ::grins and hold up Chibi Trunks action figure:: Seeeeeeeeee?
Trunks and Goten's Official Prank Day
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 1: Morning
"Tou-san, I need to talk to you about something." Trunks shifted his feet anxiously.
"Hm, what's that?" his father responded.
"Well, I--" *sniff* "I love you, Tou-san!" Trunks blurted.
"I love you too, son!" Vegeta cried, embracing his son.
***
"AAAAUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!"
Trunks' own screams awoke him from the dream. Panting heavily, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Phew, what a terrible nightmare. Thank Kami it's over."
As his hand passed over the center of his forehead, his fingers touched an odd bump. "...What the?" He got up and headed to the full-length on the back of his door. Curiously, he held his bangs back and inspected his forehead.
Bulma bolted and burst into the room at the loud wailing that erupted from her son.
"NOOOOOOO! My beautiful face!" Trunks shrieked, running in circles. "Kaa-san, invent something to make it go away!"
"What, what's the matter?" Bulma grabbed her son's shoulders, forcing him to be still.
Trunks whimpered. "There's a zit in the middle of my forehead."
The blue-haired woman sweatdropped. "That's ALL?"
He frowned, reaching up to rub at the angry red pimple. "But it's ugly. It contrasts with my god-worthy sexiness."
*THUD*
Trunks looked on as his mother fell down, peering at her through his hair. "Uh, Kaa-san? You okay?"
"...Yes, dear," his mother finally managed, pulling herself to her feet. "I'll get something. Just... get ready for school. Breakfast is almost ready."
"Mmm..." Trunks drooled. "I love the smell of food in the morning..." *sniff sniff* "Ooh, waffles!"
Bulma sighed and left her son to get dressed.
***
Minutes later, the purple-haired pre-teen emerged from his room, fully clothed, and sat down eagerly at the kitchen table. In the middle of the table sat the toaster, two waffles toasting. He rubbed his hands together as his mother placed a plate in front of him and walked to the stove to fix her grumpy Saiyajin husband some breakfast, lest he complain of hunger in his own special little way, namely, blowing up her inventions.
At that moment he noticed his father sitting across from him, also eyeing the toaster. They glared at each other. Suddenly, the waffles popped up. Trunks automatically reached for them.
Vegeta looked out the window behind his son's back on the far wall, and pointed, shouting, "Hey, look, it's... it's... uh, it's... um..." He stopped to think.
"Huh? What?" Trunks' eyes widened and he swiveled around, searching. "What? Where?"
Vegeta stared at his son for a second and, shrugging, grabbed the waffles. "YOINK!"
Trunks turned back around. "Well, I didn't see anything, but..." He suddenly noticed the waffles were gone. "What the-- Hey! Leggo my Eggo!"
"Thahry," his father replied, mouth full of waffle. "Ith fisth thome, thirth therthed."
"Grrr..." Grumbling, the neo-prince got up, walked to the freezer and pulled out the box of waffles. He got two more, put the box away, and returned to the table. Sticking them in the toaster, he pushed down the lever.
Vegeta took great care of chewing slowly on the waffle in his mouth, smirking as best he could with his mouth full. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes in pleasure. When he opened them again, he looked down at his plate to see that it was empty. "Hey--" His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at his son, whose jaw was moving as he smiled. "Leggo my ego!"
Trunks sweatdropped and swallowed his stolen waffle. "Tou-san, it's EGGO! Eh-go! Not ego!"
"Oh." He was silent, obviously embarrassed.
"Besides," Trunks muttered under his breath, "at least your ego is big enough to share... and have plenty left over..."
Vegeta stood up at lightning speed, knocking over his chair, and pounded his fist against the table. "WHAT did you say?!"
His son gulped and lifted his open hands in his defense. "Uh, nothing! Heh heh heh!"
Vegeta scowled.
Trunks blinked, hit with a thought. "Say, Tou-san, do you scowl all the time because you have a really bad case of constipation?"
His father clenched his teeth, seething. "Who... gave... you... that... idea... brat?"
"Ah, no one in particular..." His eyes wandered to his mother.
The full-blooded Saiyajin growled and stomped off, having lost his appetite. Bulma turned around at the noise, blinking at her husband as he rushed past her to the living room. She sent her son a look. "What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmm." She went to cupboard, pulled out a box of doughnuts, and set it on the table.
"Mmmmm, doughnuts..." Trunks began to drool.
"Trunks! Stop dripping on the tablecloth!"
"Oh, sorry." He wiped his mouth and reached for a doughnut.
"So, what are your plans for today?" his mother asked, pulling out some pots and pans.
"Uh, nothing much..." Trunks lied, biting into a doughnut. He grinned inside, already planning more mischief for the day. "I was hoping Goten could come over later, since it's Friday."
"Well, I don't know. You know what your father thinks about your spending time with 'Kakarot's spawn.'"
"Oh yeah?" Trunks shouted, spewing bits of doughnut through his mouth. "Well, I don't CARE what VEGETA thinks! He can go take a flying fuck through a doughnut hole. ...Mmmmmmm... doughnuts..." He began to drool again.
Bulma grabbed a pan and held it under her lavender-haired son's mouth. "Oh, for Kami's sake... how many times do I have to tell you not to drip on the tablecloth? And watch your language!" She glanced at the clock. "Oh no, you're going to be late. You better get going."
Trunks wiped his mouth again and apologized. He grabbed the remaining doughnuts in the box and walked to the door. He grabbed his backpack, calling goodbye to his family, and closed it behind him. He took off.
***
Goten stood alone at the designated spot where he and his best friend rendezvoused every school morning, waiting. He sighed and stared up, watching a bird streak across the sky.
What he didn't see was Trunks, sneaking up behind him. He snickered silently and pounced on his back.
"AUGH!" Goten yelped.
Trunks grinned. "WASSUP?"
Goten sweatdropped. "Trunks, get off me."
"Eheh." Obediently, he slid off his best friend's back. "So? Ready to make everyone's day a living hell?"
Goten chuckled. "You bet."
The two demi-Saiyajins beamed at one another. The very first Official Prank Day was about to begin!
******
Well? You like? There's more to come, but you have to review! ::waves bai-bai:: Ja ne! ^^