Saiyans at the Supermarket

Author's Note: Uh…well…we haven't updated for…hehe…7 months so…sorry guys…Hope you enjoy the chapter! And also, special thanks to our new beta-reader, loring638, for beta-reading this chapter for us!

"What should we do first, Trunks?" Goten asked, as they examined the front of the store and made sure that the cashiers didn't find anything suspicious about them. They were just two kids…walking through a store…meaning no harm…right…?

"First we need to figure out exactly where your mom is. Goten, does your mom have a certain order she goes through at the grocery store?" Trunks said, putting on his game-face.

"Yeah, she just goes from the first one to the last. And it's so boring because she goes through EVERY SINGLE AISLE! And she won't even let us eat the merchandise!"

"Yeah I know—hey Goten how do you know what merchandise means?" Trunks asked, shocked.

"Oh…um…well…Gohan said it so…I think it means food…" Trunks sighed.

"That explains so much. Now, Goten, go scout around the store and figure out where your mom is while I go… interrogate this lovely female cashier…" Trunks said, smirking and sending what he hoped were charming looks her way.

"Okay, Trunks! But, what does interro—interr—that word mean?"

"It means candy bars, Goten." Trunks said sarcastically.

"Ooh, I like scenarios and interrogate!"

"Goten, go find your mom and report back to me."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Just because I have feminine colored hair does not mean I am a lady!"

"Um, Trunks, what does femini—"

"JUST GO! Just…just go…"

"Okay!" Trunks watched his best friend skip towards the different aisles, and went to go try his luck with that female cashier he had been eyeing. He walked up to her smoothly, or so he hoped.

"Hey there, pretty lady." Trunks said trying to be suave as ran his fingers through his hair. The cashier looked down at him confused.

"Oh honey, are you lost?"

"WHAT, NO!"

"Do you need me to help you find your mommy?"

"WHAT? I DON'T YOU TO HELP ME FIND MY—" he stopped, regaining his composure. "I'm here on official business." He then said in his deepest manly-man voice, puffing out his chest. The cashier laughed softly, ruffling his hair. Trunks glared angrily.

"Okay kiddo, why don't you stay with me until your mom comes up to the front looking for you."

"WHAT, NO! I-I mean…uh…on second thought…" he replied, smirking evilly. He stood still for about 2 seconds, and then burst into fake tears. "I want my…m-mommy! I…I think I n-n-need a hug…" he sniffled.

"Oh sweetie, don't cry!" the pretty cashier said. "Here," She knelt down and gave him a hug. Over her shoulder, Trunks smirked.

'SCORE!' he thought, grinning widely. Pretty soon, however, Goten arrived again. Trunks eyes' widened as he spotted his best friend walking towards him.

'NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!' he thought, looking on helplessly as his best friend approached him. He tried giving him warning signs to stay away with his facial expressions and small hand gestures, but, Goten being Goten…didn't quite get it. The small, spiky-haired saiyan boy looked at his friend confused.

"WHAT, TRUNKS?" he cried out to his friend, about 10 feet away. Trunks face palmed, sighing miserably. "I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!"

The cashier, confused, turned around and spotted Goten. Goten, being confused as usual, and waved.

"YOU'RE. SO. ADORABLE!" the cashier cried out, running over to him. Trunks looked on, dumbstruck. The cashier stood in front of Goten. "Hey sweetie, what's your name?" she asked him.

"WAIT, I THOUGHT I WAS SWEETIE! YOU NEVER ASKED FOR MY NAME!" Trunks cried out. Goten smiled, embarrassed.

"My name is Goten." He said shyly. The cashier laughed, totally taken by how cute the boy was. Trunks only stood in the background, freaking out.

"Goten? Oh how CUTE! So, kiddo, how old are you?" she asked him.

"I THOUGHT I WAS KIDDO!" Trunks cried out, running towards them.

"I'm 7, miss." He replied. The cashier reluctantly turned to Trunks.

"And…how old are you?" she asked.

"I'm 8!" he said proudly. The cashier immediately turned back towards Goten.

"So, 7, huh?" she asked, completely fascinated by the little boy. Trunks looked on, his eyes wide in shock.

"WHAT AM I, CHOPPED LIVER?" he cried out, angry about how the pretty lady was ignoring him.

"Are you lost too, honey?" she asked Goten, genuine concern showing in her eyes.

"Well…I was looking for Trunks," he replied, pointing towards his shocked friend, "and I found him, so…no…I'm not lost. I think…"

As the cashier lady continued to gush over how Goten was the cutest thing, Trunks suddenly remember the fact that they were in a supermarket, with a plan to have as much fun as possible.

"Uh, Goten, I just remembered where your mom might be, so…LETS GO!" he shouted out, dragging his friend by the arm, towards aisle 1 and away from the cashier lady.

"GOODBYE, CUTIE!" she cried out, waving towards Goten. Trunks glared. Goten waved.

"BYE LADY!" he yelled. "HAVE A NICE DAY!" Trunks sighed, pulling his friend into aisle 1 and out of sight of the woman.

"'Have a nice day?'" he whispered angrily to his friend. Goten shrugged.

"Well, she was nice, unlike you. You're being grumpy, Trunks." His purple-haired friend smacked him on the arm.

"Shut up."

"YOU SAID THE 'S' WORD!"

"And it felt good. Now, when you went looking for your mom, where was she?" He looked around, only to find Goten gazing off into space while humming to himself. "GOTEN! WHERE'S YOUR MOM?"

"Well, right now she was in aisle…" he began, counting on his fingers. "Um, uh, 2!"

"Goten."

"Yes, Trunks?"

"I could've sworn I just heard you humming the alphabet."

"What?" he asked innocently. "I was just counting in my head!"

"So…you were counting the alphabet. Really?"

"Um…YES!" Trunks sighed and began looking through the stuff in the current aisle.

"Trunks, what aisle is this?" Goten asked.

"Um…I think its dental care, soap and shampoo." He replied.

"Hey look, Dove soap!" Goten exclaimed, picking up a bar of soap.

"Put that down, Goten, that's for girls."

"But don't you use Dove?" he asked, confused. Trunks blushed bright red and snatched the bar of soap out of his friend's hands, throwing across the aisle.

"I use DOVE FOR MEN!"

"But, Trunks, I thought we went through this already. You're not a man, you're a small child!"

"I am TOO a man!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are NOT!"

"Are TOO!"

"ARE NOT!"

"ARE NOT!"

"ARE TOO!" Goten shouted out. They blinked.

"What were we talking about again?"

"Uh…you AGREED WITH ME!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did NOT!"

"Did TOO!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!" Goten cried out. They blinked again.

"TRUNKS MY HEAD HURTS!" Goten shouted.

"YOU AGREED WITH ME!"

"NO I DIDN'T!"

"Okay, I don't wanna go through that again." Trunks sighed. "Okay, so what can we play with in this aisle first?"

And with that, the two boys began the destruction of Aisle 1.

Author's Note: Well…there's the next chapter…sorry, for uh, not updating for over half a year…our bad…heh…no hard feelings, right? Anyways, we're back, and we MEAN it this time! We hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please, drop us a review and let us know if we've still got it when it comes to writing this story! Thanks!