More Disclaimer crap: nope… after a couple of days I STLL don't own DBZ… yea, I know... I'm working on it guys! (seriously, do I really have to put this up all the time!?)







Last Time:"O!! TRUNKS IS SOOOOOO CUTE! Fmuurr!!!"

"*blushes* really?" says a guy-ish voice above their heads

The girls looked up. There floats the ever so adorable purple-haired saiyan the way that noodles floats in soup. Except more adorable, of course.





"*sarcastic look* well DUH! Don't you KNOW? Trunks is like, the CUTEST guy on Earth! Well, in DBZ that is, it'd be nice if he existed" Jess said.

"huh?"

"Yup! That's RIGHT Jess, you tell him! Chicken is good! *evil laughter*"

"…. What's DBZ?"

"*twitch* WHAT? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT DBZ IS?! Where the HELL have you BEEN, my friend? Even little tv-less kids on the streets know what DBZ is!!! GEEZE! You are a DISGRACE to the noodley kind!!!!"

"well, I don't know what you guys are talking about… but I'm kind of in the middle of training, so if you wouldn't mind…"

"But we DO mind, right Jess? We mind with all the minds in the world! NOODLES ARE GOOD! We will NOT move! TRUNKS IS SO CUTE!"

"*blush*… can you guys stop talking about me?"

"what? we're not talking about you!"

"yea… you are… I'm Trunks…."

So silence fell, 20 feet high and smacked the girls in their faces. Something seemed different about this purple haired boy. Something unusual… The girls studied this unusual blushing boy who was staring at his shoes. Could it be his hair cut? No…. His clothes? No… his ever-so-adorable face? No… his FEET? Then it struck them. Or, more like it struck her. Bev decided that it was too much thinking so she laughed, and decided it was fun so she laughed some more, forgetting completely what she was doing previously.

"… Bev?" Jess whispered

"Hm?" Bev whispered back, for the hell of it.

"I think he's right."

"whaddaya mean?"

"he IS Trunks"

"but, how do you KNOW?"

"Well… I don't know. Besides the fact that I think he looks exactly like him…. He's FLYING!!!"

"HOLY CHEESY STEW YOU'RE RIGHT! HE IS FLYING! OMG!!!!!! *turns to Trunks* YOU'RE FLYING! AND BEING TRUNKS AT THE SAME TIME! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!! UUUGGGHHH!! How can you STAND to be so cool! CEASE YOUR CUTENESS!"

"ok! Ok!" he landed.

"NO! NO! DON'T STOP! Do it again! DO IT AGAIN!"

"WAIT! Lemme play with your sword? PLEASE?"

"um…."

"THANK YOU TRUNKS! YOU ARE SO NICE! JUST LIKE MY LAVA LAMP!! HEY JESS! HE'S LETTING ME PLAY WITH HIS SWORD!" Bev said enthusiastically while getting a hold of his sword and pulling it out all in one second. You'd be surprised how much faster these two are than the saiyans when these two are motivated.

"uh… I didn't say…"

"REALLY? O WOW! Well, while you play with THAT sword… Can I play with his OTHER sword? Heheheheheh.. *chuckles* *wink* *nudge*"

"*giggles* you sicko Jessie! And cant you see that the author of this story is trying to keep this story CLEAN?"

"*giggles some more* but I AM the author!"

"o yea, I forgot!"

With that, Bev swung the sword over her shoulder, accidentally hitting poor, innocent Trunks who was merely doing his share of being confused and embarrassed while all this was going on, and knocked him out cold.

"OMG! He fell ASLEEP while we were talking! How RUDE! But o well, I forgive him, since he's so cute, it all evens out"

"hey… does this mean that I get to play with his 'sword' now? Huh? Can I can I?"

how is Trunks gonna get out of this mess???? *shrug* we'll find out on the next chapter, whenever I write it.