Disclaimer: I don't own DragonballZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama and FUNimation respectively.
Story: This is really a one shot at a story that has zero
plot and was created sheerly for the purpose of (entertaining?)
you.
Warning: Guys in drag, shounen-ai, awful singing,
attack of the clones, playboy and playgirl bunnies(?)
and a whole lot more all crammed into one crazy
story, if you can call it that.
Enjoy.
The two young girls eyed the book on the floor in front of them in a curious, yet suspicious manner.
"What is the imperfect story?" one asked. The other girl, with shoulder length, straight black hair shrugged.
"How am I supposed to know?" she replied. Their eyes once again fixed on the title of the notebook, which was written in bold text, and the picture of all the DragonballZ characters, especially the younger ones. The girl with the blue hair examined it closely.
"Well Pan, I think it's pretty sure to say that this is a story about all of us." She looked at her younger friend, who had begun to laugh hysterically. "Well, what's so funny if I may ask?" the blue haired hybrid asked, raising her eyebrow in slight frustration. The raven haired teen calmed down some, the occasional giggle popping out from her mouth.
"Who would... heehee... want to write a story about us, Bra?" she said, still smiling largely. The other one's face twisted into an annoyed look, her nose wrinkling and eyes narrowing.
"Well, I don't like it. I mean, who the hell wrote this? And how did they know what we all looked like? I bet the people who did this were spying on us!" As she said that, she whipped her head to the side looking out the window as a shadow that was peering in suddenly vanished. The other girl's face fell instantly.
"That's disgusting! What if they like, had to do a bathroom scene and were spying on us in the shower or something?" the darker haired quarter saiyajin remarked. Their eyes met in shock and fear, before the book was thrown open, and their sights landed on the words neatly printed on the sheets.
The warm sun rays covered the sleeping man like a warm caress... ******************** The warm sun rays covered the sleeping man like a warm caress, enticing a loud groan from the man's lips. He rolled over, limbs and sheets tangling together, and slowly cracked one eye open. After a few seconds, his eyes adjusted to the bright red lines that made up numbers on his alarm clock. He didn't want to get up just now, so instead he rolled over once again to resume resting.
It was only when the sweet smell of food attacked his senses, and when his stomach made its complaint heard, that he sat up, with much effort, and scratched his groggy head. His fingers ran through his crumpled silky hair, and he pushed it back, only to watch as strands fall in front of his face again. He sighed, too tired to care what he looked like, and made his way downstairs. There he was greeted by his mother, who was happily humming a simple tune as she cooked. Once she heard him enter, she put down the cooking spoon and turned to face him.
"Morning Trunks? Did you sleep well?" Bulma asked in a friendly manned.
"I guess so," he responded.
"Great. Well, breakfast should be ready soon, just wait about a few more minutes okay?" she told him. Trunks nodded.
"Yeah, sure." Trunks pulled out a chair and sat down at the table and put his arms over it, resting his head on them. A minute later, his sister entered the room, smiling and strolling in wearing a silky sheer black nightgown and barefoot, looking seemingly perfect, as if her hair was never even touched. As for Trunks, dressed in a white tank and black boxers, he didn't radiate that sort of... grace.
"Hey 'Kaasan," she said as she passed her mother. Bulma nodded to her as Bra made her way to the table, joining Trunks and sitting across from the purple haired teen. She giggled softly as she eyed her brother. Trunks caught her eye and looked up at her curiously.
"What?" he asked, and she just grinned.
"You look terrible. What's the matter oniichan, been rollin' in the hay too much?" She chanted, making little circles with her finger. Trunks growled at her. "Oh sorry Trunks, I didn't know it was your hobby!" She giggled once more as Trunks glared at her that would even make Vegeta proud. Bra loved to tease Trunks, it was easy, plus she always got away with it. She was a proud girl, a bit of a ditz sometimes, nice and caring , and spoiled, a real daddy's girl.
"Bitch," Trunks snapped at her, narrowing his eyes. ******************** "WHAT DID HE CALL ME!!!?" Bra screamed as she grabbed the book and glared at it furiously. "BROTHER IS GONNA DIE!!!" She jumped up, ready to fly out the door in an instant, when Pan grabbed her wrist, which made the crazy teen turn around and stare at her.
"Bra calm down, it's just a story!" she yelled, trying to talk some sense into her friend. After a moment of thick tension, Bra calmed down, and once again sat down beside her best friend. She sighed heavily, releasing all of her anger. A few moments later, she spoke.
"Damn writer, she makes me sound like an arrogant, air-headded, spitfire of a bitch!"
"What do you mean she makes you?" Pan shot wryly, grinning.
"Don't start, Panny-chan." She replied. Pan growled. She hated that nickname. The girl reached out to Bra's hands, taking the book from her and once again placing it on the floor to continue reading.
"So far, it's pretty good, but when do I come in?" Pan asked.
"Can't you see, it's about the Briefs family, not the Sons," Bra said.
"Oh yeah? Well, we'll see about that!" And with that, they were once again drawn into the story. ******************** "Trunks, don't swear!" Bulma yelled, glaring at her son. Trunks straightened, and nodded. "And Bra," she continued, "stop harassing your brother, please?"
"Aww mamma, I only do it cuz I loooove him." She glanced at the said one, who rolled his eyes.
"Well cut it out anyway. Oh yeah, reminds me. Trunks, Goten called for you a while ago. Call him back after breakfast, he said it was an emergency." Bulma said, placing her short, sophisticated hairstyle behind her ears.
"Okay, but what's the emergency? No food?" He said, laughing.
"No, I think the poor boy's bored."
"Maybe I should beat the boredom out of his head with a spar," Trunks said, grabbing a fork while his mom began to bring over the plates. His mouth watered slightly at the sight, keeping in mind that this was him mother's cooking. Oh well, a saiyajin's gotta eat.
"Don't say that Trunks. I think it's awful that all you saiyajins wanna do is beat the crap out of each other," said Bulma, placing a few plates in front of Bra.
"Nah, don't worry. Goten's got a thick skull. If anything, I should be worried about my fist rather that his head." He began to shove the food faster than the eye can see into his mouth, his sister doing the same although slower and more dignified. He finished quickly, satisfying the ever large demand of food his stomach put up. He put all of his plates, bowls and cups into their long row of dishwashers, thanked his mom and ran up the stairs to his room. The half saiyajin quickly got dressed into some white cargo jeans and a blue tank top. He raced down the stairs and saying quickly to all that he was going over to Goten's house, ran out the door. Once outside, he quickly took to the air, heading in the direction of his friend's house.
Not long after, the young man dropped from the sky, landing without a sound right in front of a door. He knocked three times, then waited. The door opened, and Trunks was greeted by the smiling face of ChiChi.
"Konnichiwa ChiChi-san," Trunks said politely.
"Oh? Hello Trunks. You must be here for Goten. Well, he's..." she said as she was cut of by an excited Goten barreling into the room, jumping in front of his mother.
"Hi Trunks-kun!!! What's up?" He asked, his face slightly flushed, his big black eyes sparkling. He didn't even realize his mother was behind him until it was too late. ChiChi growled, pulled on his ear hard, turning him around to face her.
"Goten! What do you think you're doing? Rushing down the stairs like that! You could have killed me!" yelled ChiChi in her usual strict tone. Goten gulped.
"Sorry 'Kaasan, it won't happen again!" he said, putting his hand behind his head in the classic Son style.
"Yeah right. Well, beat it now, and don't get into trouble." ChiChi crossed her arms, and Goten smiled, nodding his head. He slipped on some shoes, quickly tied them, and ran out of the house beside Trunks. At once, the two demi saiyajins took of to air in perfect sync, and the older woman sighed, leaning against the door frame.
"They'll never change, those two."