Author's Note: Okay I was gonna make this a one shot, but I couldn't help myself. LordCooler gave me such an awesome idea, I couldn't resist.


Warfare flooded the screen. Bullets and plasma shots flew in every direction. Countless grenades, both frag and plasma, were unloaded on the enemy, only for them to return fire, adding to the chaos. On the battlefield, weaving through all the mayhem, was Trunks, in his flashy blue armor.

Getting hit again, Trunks couldn't help but blow up his attacker with his rocket launcher. Trunks was the Master of Awesome Overkill, and he continued to prove it by blowing up another Spartan, this one was carrying the flag. KILLING SPREE!

"Yes!" Trunks celebrated. He sped into his team's base, the blue team.

"WooHoo!" Goten screamed next to him. His friend was currently occupying himself by doing donuts in a Warthog, completely oblivious to the raging battle around him. Though he splattered a few other bystanders, Goten was completely ineffectual for his team.

"Goten! Come back me up! We gotta protect the flag," Trunks ordered his friend.

"Okay!" Goten happily agreed, exiting the vehicle.

Trunks didn't really like playing Halo split-screen; the 42-inch plasma in his family's game room was 'too small' to have two players on it simultaneously. But Trunks did like ordering around Goten, who always cheerfully obeyed. It made Trunks feel like a seargeant or something.

Goten's character hopped around in the flag room, his small fingers randomly pressing buttons with complete disregard for the actual controls.

"Someone keeps killing me!" Goten exclaimed.

Trunks was confused. No one was around…

"Ah! I died again!" Goten cried.

"Well then quit throwing grenades at your feet, butt munch!" Trunks yelled.

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are. You keep hitting the left trigger."

Goten stared at the white controller in his hand. "I thought that was the gun button…"

"Right trigger is to shoot," Trunks clarified with exasperation. This was the fifth time today he had to explain the controls to his friend.

"Oh. Gotcha."

Trunks and Goten continued standing guard, diligently awaiting the on-coming assault. Bored, Goten started randomly spinning around and spotted Trunks character in his screen.

"Wah! Bad guy!" Goten slammed on the right trigger.

"No! No! That's me!"

"…Oh. Sorry Trunks."

Trunks scowled, wishing he had someone else to play with who actually knew the game. But Piccolo refused to play with him, and his father never wanted to play with him. He was always playing Burst Limit, grumbling something about "defeating Kakarot" or whatever. When it came to gaming, everyone else was pretty much complete douschbags, except maybe Goten. Maybe.

"Wah! Bad guys!" This time, Goten was right-red Spartans and Elites poured into the room.

"Crap! My shields are still down!" Trunks exclaimed, glaring at his blissful friend. Trunks pulled his rocket launcher out in a panic and aimed at the enemy.

"Eat this!" Trunks shot without thinking, blowing up everyone in the room. Though he fended off the attackers, reinforcements came from behind and grabbed the blue flag. Trunks was livid.

"C'mon! C'mon! Respawn!" Trunks screeched at the slow counter.

Somehow Goten respawned first. He searched his surroundings to discern where he was, then suddenly beamed at his friend. "Hey don't worry Trunks! This guy has the flag! We're gonna win!" He pursued the flag.

Trunks peered at Goten's screen. His blue eyes widened in alarm. "That's not our team with the flag! That's the enemy! Running away with our flag!"

As Trunks reappeared onscreen, he frantically rushed to Goten's location, but knew he would never make it. The timer was running out fast; He would have to depend on this gaming monkey.

"Shoot 'em Goten, shoot!"

Goten stared at his controller. "It's the left trigger, right…?"

"No! Right! Right!" Trunks instructed him.

"Yeah it's left?"

"Wha…No! NO!"

Too late. Goten pressed the left trigger and somehow stuck himself with a sticky plasma grenade.

BOOM!

"NOOOOO!"

"Whoa, cool!" Goten was awed.

GAME OVER. Red team wins…

"We won, Trunks!"

Trunks just glared at his friend. "We didn't win. Why're you so happy?"

Goten shrugged. "Okay we didn't win. But I still thought it was pretty awesome!"


Was it as bad as it felt when I wrote it? The idea sounded better in my head… Please Review!