Characters
Goten - Age: 7
Trunks - Age: 8
It was a bright, hot summer day on a Saturday morning when Goten got up and leaped out of his bed, eager to start the day with fun, adventure and excitement. He grabbed his cell phone from his desk and turned it on right away, calling Trunks, who lived just down the street.
"Yo, Trunks! Let's meet up, dude!" he said to his pal from down the road. 'If we can't find something to do, then we'll head out and fly to the park!"
"Sure thing, dude! Meet you down the block; above the hangout" Trunks replied.
About ten minutes later, the two flying boys were found hovering above the hangout, looking down at the street, the neighborhood, and the activity below.
"Hey!" Trunks noticed. "I see something! Check out that big van which pulled into our subdivision!"
The boys flew over to the main gate to their subdivision where they spotted a large van which seemed parked at a weird angle since it was taking up both lanes of the road.
"Trunks! I think the van just got a flat tire or something! Look!" Goten noticed, as he flew to the rear of the large van. He landed near the passenger side, where he clearly took note of the tire, which was completely flat!
Indeed, the door opened and a man jumped out, looking visibly upset.
"Gosh darn it! And I was about to complete my only delivery for today, including a bed, a dresser and a piano!" the man grumbled.
"Hey mister!" Trunks shouted, as he landed right in front of the man. "Need a hand?"
The man gasped as he saw the two flying, muscular boys land right before him.
"Whoa! Who are you two guys? You kids can fly, too?" the man exclaimed.
"I'm Goten!" Goten grinned, as he pointed to himself. "And this is Trunks. We're Saiyans!"
"Wow! This must be my lucky day!" the man smiled. "I can use some help!"
Trunks walked up to the front of the moving van and bent down slightly, placing his fingers under the front bumper of the large moving van. Goten walked up to the back of the van, and lifted it up from the rear.
"Where to, Mister?" Trunks asked him.
"Just take her to the house at number 2214, boys!" the man said to the two muscle kids, who casually lifted up the moving van like it was nothing more than a large toy! Then, they slowly began to rise up off the ground, flying just a few feet above the ground, carrying the van with them as they followed along the path of the street until they spotted the mailbox with the numbers 2214 on it. Then, the boys stopped and turned the van so that it was positioned neatly above the driveway before they gently set it down on the concrete floor.
"There! We made it!" Goten said to the man.
"Yeah! You can deliver your stuff now!" Trunks grinned.
"Gosh... I could use your help some more..." the man sighed.
Goten and Trunks just looked at each other and shrugged.
"Let's help him out!" Trunks suggested. "Lifting furniture should be fun and easy for us!"
The man, whose name was Parker, reached into the van and pulled out a plastic bag with several chocolate bars. He was going to reward the boys for helping him, before they started to unload the moving van...
