The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Warnings: humor, slight OOCness, and crap like that….
Disclaimer: Oh yeah! I own Dragonball Z! And with it I can rule the world!! Ahahahaha!!! *rolls eyes* If you believe me, talk to your parents about seeking mental help. But don't get me wrong, I do have Mirai Trunks pictures!!! ^_^
Summary: Mirai Trunks stayed up all night, and now all he wants is a little sleep. But everyone seems to be going out of their way to keep him up. Our pure and innocent boy has a potty-mouth when he's cranky… :)
AN: //…// denotes thought.
Mirai Trunks sat at Bulma's computer typing away and trying very hard to stay awake. He stopped typing and stretched, yawning loudly as he did so. He then resumed typing.
After he had defeated the androids and Cell in his time, he came back to the present tell the Z-senshi the good news, only to find that seven years had already elapsed. He was quite amused to see what a brat he had turned out to be since his father was still around.
He decided to stay for a while, upon the request of his present mother. It was a little awkward at first, seeing as no one really knew what to call the two Trunkses. Finally they decided to keep calling the future boy Trunks and address the present kid as Chibi.
As he was about to leave and return to his now peaceful future, his time machine refused to work. (:P) So now he was in Bulma's laboratory attempting to revive his only way home.
"Trunks," Bulma said, standing in the lab's doorway. "It's past midnight. Aren't you going to bed?"
"Yeah. In a minute…" Trunks replied absently.
"Okay. So, how's your time machine coming along?"
Trunks looked up from the computer and glanced at his present mom. He ran his fingers through his (perfectly gorgeous :D) hair and said, "Fine. But I can't seem to figure out…*insert really scientific and technical stuff here*"
~*~
"Bulma!!!" Goku's voice echoed throughout the entire Capsule Corp. building.
Vegeta growled at his place in front of the TV and stomped towards the door. As he opened it, he sputtered, "You bakayaro!! Must you be so loud??!!"
"Sorry Vegeta, but I don't exactly have a key."
Vegeta glared at the taller Saiya-jin then looked at the figures standing next to him. "I see you brought your demon spawns," he said referring to Gohan and Goten.
Goku put his hand behind his head and flashed the classic Son Grin™. "We're here to train, Vegeta."
The troll-haired prince raised an eyebrow. "With whom?"
Goku blinked. "With you…and Trunks…and the other Trunks…"
"Uh-huh. Well Goten can play with Chibi, and I'll consider letting you train with me, but no one trains with future boy."
"But why not?" 18-year-old Gohan whined. "Who am I supposed to train with?" Gohan mentally kicked himself immediately after saying this. //You're never supposed to end a sentence with a preposition! The proper way to say that would be 'With whom am I supposed to train?' Baka!// he thought to himself.
"I honestly don't care who—"
Vegeta was suddenly cut off by a hyper little boy who slammed into his legs. He looked behind him to see Chibi Trunks clinging to his spandex in fear.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Goten asked his friend.
Chibi Trunks looked at Goten with wide eyes. "Your mom gave my mom some advice…"
Upon hearing this, Vegeta's left eye twitched involuntarily. "You mean…she has the frying pan…?"
Chibi Trunks nodded.
"Okay Kakarotto, I will allow you the privilege of training with me," Vegeta said walking towards the gravity room.
Goku followed him while Gohan and Goten stared at the still shaken boy.
"So," Gohan began. "Bulma got a frying pan? What did you do this time?"
"N-nothing…honest…I just…"
"You just what?" Gohan prompted.
"Um…I uh…sorta…broke the bottle of really expensive perfume she keeps in her bathroom and flushed the stuff down the toilet…"
"You what???!!!"
"Well, it smelled like toilet water!! So I just thought I should put it where it belongs!!" Chibi said defensively. "Besides, the label said 'Eww the Toilet' or something like that…so what did you expect me to do?"
"Leave it alone!!!!!!!!!" screamed Bulma from behind, swinging a frying pan in front of her.
"Oh my… Run, Chibi! Run!!" Gohan yelled as Bulma came at the boy.
Chibi Trunks grabbed Goten's wrist and led him to the backyard. Bulma just narrowly missed him.
"Uh, Bulma? Calm down…please…" Gohan said nervously.
Bulma sighed and returned to her normal self. "Hello Gohan, please come in," she said in the most relaxed voice Gohan had ever heard.
The teenager realized that he still standing in the doorway and hesitantly entered the house, careful to avoid the frying pan that Bulma was still clutching tightly.
"Hey Bulma, Vegeta said that I couldn't train with Trunks. Why not?" Gohan asked once he was sure he was out of Bulma's reach.
"Huh? Oh, he's sleeping."
"Still? It's eleven in the morning!"
"He was up all night."
"Oh."
Gohan walked to the stairs, intending on going to Mirai Trunks' room. Bulma noticed and warned, "Gohan, I wouldn't bother him if I were you…he slept through breakfast…"
"Oh, come on. It's not like he's gonna kill me or anything," he said, already halfway up the stairs.
Bulma gave him a 'That's-what-you-think' look and decided not to argue with the demi Saiya-jin. She opted to let Gohan figure out just how much like Vegeta Mirai Trunks could be.
TBC dun dun dun…ominous…ooohhh… ^_~ And remember folks, a tired and hungry Saiya-jin can hurt you. :P
Warnings: humor, slight OOCness, and crap like that….
Disclaimer: Oh yeah! I own Dragonball Z! And with it I can rule the world!! Ahahahaha!!! *rolls eyes* If you believe me, talk to your parents about seeking mental help. But don't get me wrong, I do have Mirai Trunks pictures!!! ^_^
Summary: Mirai Trunks stayed up all night, and now all he wants is a little sleep. But everyone seems to be going out of their way to keep him up. Our pure and innocent boy has a potty-mouth when he's cranky… :)
AN: //…// denotes thought.
Mirai Trunks sat at Bulma's computer typing away and trying very hard to stay awake. He stopped typing and stretched, yawning loudly as he did so. He then resumed typing.
After he had defeated the androids and Cell in his time, he came back to the present tell the Z-senshi the good news, only to find that seven years had already elapsed. He was quite amused to see what a brat he had turned out to be since his father was still around.
He decided to stay for a while, upon the request of his present mother. It was a little awkward at first, seeing as no one really knew what to call the two Trunkses. Finally they decided to keep calling the future boy Trunks and address the present kid as Chibi.
As he was about to leave and return to his now peaceful future, his time machine refused to work. (:P) So now he was in Bulma's laboratory attempting to revive his only way home.
"Trunks," Bulma said, standing in the lab's doorway. "It's past midnight. Aren't you going to bed?"
"Yeah. In a minute…" Trunks replied absently.
"Okay. So, how's your time machine coming along?"
Trunks looked up from the computer and glanced at his present mom. He ran his fingers through his (perfectly gorgeous :D) hair and said, "Fine. But I can't seem to figure out…*insert really scientific and technical stuff here*"
~*~
"Bulma!!!" Goku's voice echoed throughout the entire Capsule Corp. building.
Vegeta growled at his place in front of the TV and stomped towards the door. As he opened it, he sputtered, "You bakayaro!! Must you be so loud??!!"
"Sorry Vegeta, but I don't exactly have a key."
Vegeta glared at the taller Saiya-jin then looked at the figures standing next to him. "I see you brought your demon spawns," he said referring to Gohan and Goten.
Goku put his hand behind his head and flashed the classic Son Grin™. "We're here to train, Vegeta."
The troll-haired prince raised an eyebrow. "With whom?"
Goku blinked. "With you…and Trunks…and the other Trunks…"
"Uh-huh. Well Goten can play with Chibi, and I'll consider letting you train with me, but no one trains with future boy."
"But why not?" 18-year-old Gohan whined. "Who am I supposed to train with?" Gohan mentally kicked himself immediately after saying this. //You're never supposed to end a sentence with a preposition! The proper way to say that would be 'With whom am I supposed to train?' Baka!// he thought to himself.
"I honestly don't care who—"
Vegeta was suddenly cut off by a hyper little boy who slammed into his legs. He looked behind him to see Chibi Trunks clinging to his spandex in fear.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Goten asked his friend.
Chibi Trunks looked at Goten with wide eyes. "Your mom gave my mom some advice…"
Upon hearing this, Vegeta's left eye twitched involuntarily. "You mean…she has the frying pan…?"
Chibi Trunks nodded.
"Okay Kakarotto, I will allow you the privilege of training with me," Vegeta said walking towards the gravity room.
Goku followed him while Gohan and Goten stared at the still shaken boy.
"So," Gohan began. "Bulma got a frying pan? What did you do this time?"
"N-nothing…honest…I just…"
"You just what?" Gohan prompted.
"Um…I uh…sorta…broke the bottle of really expensive perfume she keeps in her bathroom and flushed the stuff down the toilet…"
"You what???!!!"
"Well, it smelled like toilet water!! So I just thought I should put it where it belongs!!" Chibi said defensively. "Besides, the label said 'Eww the Toilet' or something like that…so what did you expect me to do?"
"Leave it alone!!!!!!!!!" screamed Bulma from behind, swinging a frying pan in front of her.
"Oh my… Run, Chibi! Run!!" Gohan yelled as Bulma came at the boy.
Chibi Trunks grabbed Goten's wrist and led him to the backyard. Bulma just narrowly missed him.
"Uh, Bulma? Calm down…please…" Gohan said nervously.
Bulma sighed and returned to her normal self. "Hello Gohan, please come in," she said in the most relaxed voice Gohan had ever heard.
The teenager realized that he still standing in the doorway and hesitantly entered the house, careful to avoid the frying pan that Bulma was still clutching tightly.
"Hey Bulma, Vegeta said that I couldn't train with Trunks. Why not?" Gohan asked once he was sure he was out of Bulma's reach.
"Huh? Oh, he's sleeping."
"Still? It's eleven in the morning!"
"He was up all night."
"Oh."
Gohan walked to the stairs, intending on going to Mirai Trunks' room. Bulma noticed and warned, "Gohan, I wouldn't bother him if I were you…he slept through breakfast…"
"Oh, come on. It's not like he's gonna kill me or anything," he said, already halfway up the stairs.
Bulma gave him a 'That's-what-you-think' look and decided not to argue with the demi Saiya-jin. She opted to let Gohan figure out just how much like Vegeta Mirai Trunks could be.
TBC dun dun dun…ominous…ooohhh… ^_~ And remember folks, a tired and hungry Saiya-jin can hurt you. :P