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Hey, everybody. My bad. I know I was gone a while and even now, New Kids on the Block is still on hold, but since I haven't updated in a while I thought I'll give ya a little something. Think of this "chapter" as the shorts of Looney Tunes, where one episode will feature multiple side stories. Yeah, that's basically this chapter a nutshell.


When Trunks was absolutely, positively confident he had put significant distance between himself and the crazy red-haired kunoichi throwing herself at him he landed in the good ends of the Forest of Death yet to be torched and ravaged by him, heaving a great sigh of strangled relief.

"Alright," He straightened, rinsing the sweat from his brow with the back of his palm as he exhaled, much calmer this time around. "Think this is far enough." The obsessive girl's claims of sensory prowess playing through his mind caused him to check his blind spots just to be certain, "Don't think that crazy girl can catch up to me, least I hope not." He slumped in recognition of his own self-preservation evoked from a girl.

Running from a girl. How lame.

"Man, she was nuts," He murmured, arching his head back before reaching up to massage the kinks out of his neck with his hand, "Didn't even introduce myself and she was all over me!" Exactly like one of his unwanted groupies in his own world, Trunks realized, mentally comparing the slew of obsessive girls after his looks and money with the one just after his… power?

That raised an interesting topic. Why was the girl suddenly obsessed with him – You know, beside from just being absolutely insane? It couldn't have been to marry into his family for the sake of being set for life because he was in an entirely different world which functioned in its own unique way. No one should know of his family here because that would mean they wasn't in another world; that they were actually in their own world all along but just in another "unknown" "unheard" of region. That was illogical for so many reasons, even with ruling out the fact he couldn't sense anyone they knew.

This world was far too different from their own for the two to ever be one and the same.

Trunks seriously doubted if there was anyone of this land who had even heard of the concepts of guns and cars much less actual humanoid animals being considered just as humans as actual humans.

"Meh. Probably just wanted a strong guy to 'protect her'," Trunks concluded, eyes souring in contempt, "She was a total lameo back there, so?" He even "saved" her by way of total accident and absolute coincidence. He was actually planning on swiping her scroll after eating his catch, but her obsessive nature terrified him so much he had to cut his losses and bail.

Now he was hungry and without a potential Earth scroll.

So lame.

"Meh, no sense crying over spilled milk," Trunks quickly brushed off his losses, tossing a shrug to no one in particular. After all, there were plenty of overgrown animals and more than enough contenders to ambush. One of those other teams had to have had an Earth scroll he could nick.

He felt like a kid in a candy store. No one except for Goten's team was off-limits. He was the most powerful being to exist in the land of ninja by a small margin. There wasn't anything any ninja could do to stop him. There were all ripe for the choosing.

It was just a matter of finding them.

Trunks smirked mischievously at the prospect of putting the squeeze on another team of pretenders. The last team he strong-armed tickled a sadistic bone in him he never even knew he had, "Heh! I'm psyched for the wimps I-." It was a smirk that just as easily vanished as it came by one word; that just happened to be his name stylized, hollered in a familiar playful tone which caused his heart to speed up several beats.

"Trunkey!"

"Ino!" He yelped, face suddenly flushed as he snapped to attention, hastily facing the platinum blond merrily skipping over to him with her long blond hair cascading freely down to her back. Trying to ignore her natural enhancing beauty of her loosened hair, Trunks whisked his view from side to side rapidly as if he was making sure no one was watching before coughing into a fist, "S'up?" He said, trying to say with all the suave of a "cool guy".

He was a gamer-boy, so he knew better than anyone he would've been labelled a "try-hard" for trying too hard to sound "cool" instead of naturally sounding legit. Then realization drew a cringe from him mentally, made even worse by Ino's acknowledgement of his blatant attempt to impress her.

She didn't outright come out and call him out on the fact, but she smirked with a very distinct all-knowing feel, propping a hand on her hip, "You like me, don't you boo?" The tigress teased, advancing in on her docile tiger, hips rocking side to side.

"Uhh," A shade of dark crimson springing over his cheeks accentuated his shy embarrassment of the Kunoichi's advance on him, entirely too enchanted with the perfect rhythm her hips to answer her, "I-I guess," He said lamely, instantly recoiling when the girl lifted a delicate brow, "I mean, I do! I really do!" Darn it! Darn it! Darn it! He was completely blowing this.

"Aw, you really mean it?" She prodded, batting her eyelashes to lend her pupils a sparkling glow, "You would really marry little old me?" She took great pleasure watching the warrior's entire body stiffen up like he was shocked, "You said 'I do'."

The pressured preteen's mouth flopped for several excruciatingly long seconds, seconds which felt like agonizingly long hours to his panicked mind, "Uh." He settled for slurring again, posture uncomfortably backed up as the tigress invaded his personal space, "Maybe…?"

"Aw, really?" She cooed, bringing out the absolute most adorable of shy little nods from her little puppy boy toy, "Then in that case, you wouldn't mind doing me a favour, would you?" She set a delicate touch of her index finger on his chin, causing him to shiver against her skin.

Trunks opened his mouth, but nothing but the sounds of inhalations came out in slow drawls, blushing in the process, "D-Depends on what you're asking," He eventually stuttered.

The warmth of their close proximity ended without warning, "Good! Then you can start by getting me that pompous ass' scroll," She all but demanded, crossing her arms with a turn away from a slumped Trunks.

"Hey, wait a minute! I'm not gonna-!" He tried, not knowing who he was trying to fool with his weak show of defiance. All Ino had to do to shatter his resistance was turn back to him and place her lithe finger back onto his chin and he was putty in her hands.

"Please," she said in that oh-so irresistibly defenceless young lady accent of hers. That alone would've been enough to assert her hold on Trunks, but just for added measure she took it one step further by cupping his cheeks and whispering seductively in his ear, "If you do, I'll reward you."

An intense breeze fabricated from immense speed rustled her loosened hair over her shoulder before she even registered the now vacant space in front of her.

"Back in a minute!" She heard Trunks holler up in the distance.

"Yes!" She bragged, clenching her fists and tucking her arms inward, "I knew this would work out! No boy even half into girls can resist me!"

A rustle of leaves caught her ear followed by the familiar footsteps of her assembled generational team, "That guy's a sap," The smartest member of the Ino-Shika-Cho team commented, posture slouched, "But that's cool. If you can get him to lead us to the tower this whole thing might not be such a drag."

Ino smirked, giggling smugly behind her hand, "I think that can be arranged, don't you Shika?"

"Man, you're evil. I like it."

xXx

Trunks nigh-instantly found the guy he assumed scrubbed off Ino's advances, if the bitterness of her tone were anything to go by. He was still fairly close to their location and his casual walk showed he was in no real hurry, though not like Trunks could blame him. The competition had only just begun ten minutes ago at most.

They hadn't even been going at each other's throats for an hour yet. A confident applicant wouldn't be sweating this early on and his poise spoke of nothing but sheer confidence that Trunks was going to take delight in shattering.

"Hey, you!" He issued with authority after stopping behind the boy with the outrageously long hair. Seriously, even his Dad didn't have that much hair, "You know what I want. Hand it over."

To his credit, if he flinch, he did a superb job suppressing it. He turned, showing Trunks frightening ice-cold acceptance in a pair of familiar pearlescent eyes without pupils. It was actually a little startling, if he was being honest with himself, just how accepting the boy appeared with the situation he was in. Granted, Trunks felt a great sense of satisfaction that he knew who he was dealing with but it was still a little odd to see him so docile with the possibility of losing his scroll.

He expected to see a little fear at least born from stubborn resistance. But absolute calm acceptance? That he didn't count on.

"So be it," Neji said in a smooth voice, removing a heaven scroll from his pouch which he then proceeded to hand over to Trunks. It took his brain a moment to process the fact he had been handed a scroll without so much as a fight before he took it dumbly, feeling like his body was acting on instinct, "Is it what you sought me out for, is it not?"

"Well, yeah," Trunks assured awkwardly, face contorting in a scowl, "Just thought you wouldn't be so quick to give it up like a total wuss."

Neji paid his immature slur no mind, "What good would it have brought me to fight a battle I was fated to lose?" He countered, drawing a raised eyebrow from the negative, pragmatic way he assessed his chances from the lavender-haired preteen.

"Oh, I don't know. Your pride maybe?"

He smirked an inch wider, "Pride is not a substitute for foolishness," He stated confidently, "Fate had already decreed you the victor the moment we initiated confrontation, and as they say, comes the victor goes the spoils."

"Whatever." Trunks dismissed, twisting away from the boy in a cool turn. If he chose to save his own bacon over reserving his pride as a warrior, then who was Trunks to force his hand? Neji was just making his life easier, so all in all, he would take the acceptance.

"Indeed," Neji said, and with that he departed to find another scroll.

The Hyuuga was rewarded with one last harsh glare of contempt for his awareness to back down in the face of a superior opponent from the half-breed, "Wuss," He murmured, casually flipping the retrieved heaven scroll up before balancing it on the tip of his index finger as he strode back over to Ino and her team, much to their visible delight.

"Alright! You got it!" Choji cheered, closing his bag of crisp to clap his hands.

"Yep," Trunks said with the utmost of nonchalance, flipping the procured heaven scroll to a thoroughly pleased Ino, her delighted expression telling him that was exactly the scroll they had needed to pass the second phase, "So, about that reward?"

A smile the combination of sly and dry curled Ino's pouty, moist lips, mesmerizing Trunks alone. The hybrid instinctively licked his suddenly dry lips, "Come here, you," She said, stroking the underside of Trunks' chin before gently wheeling him in, pressing her lips against his own in a soft mooch. The achieved milestone caused the hybrid's eyes to pop right open, both in shock and excitement of actually locking lips with a girl for the first time as he followed the rhythm of the girl's lips working against his, exhaling deeply into him both through her mouth and nostrils.

A soft moan echoed from Ino whilst her teammates looked on with peered opened eyes and faces on the verge of turning red. They attempted to cover their massive eyes with their hands, but their near teenage hormones complied them to see, and so, they pried apart their fingers, peering through the spaces to leer at their lone female eating the face of Trunks.

An lithe hand of Ino's slid up Trunks' chest, feeling the muscles underneath his dark jade-green gi-top before tangling her fingers through his spaghetti locks. Meanwhile, Trunks kicked his insecurity where it hurt the most, timidly snaking his arms around her slender waist and pressing her against him.

Lost in the moment, the high school-like teenage couple willingly discarded reality. Nothing else mattered but their lust and passion. Not their teams. Not the exam. Just them and the absolute sensation of inhaling each other's breathes and the feel of their tongues dancing around with the other like amateur dancers on the dance floor.

Eventually, though, as all good things must end, the need for the air became too great to ignore. Reluctantly they parted, their fingers gliding longingly across the other skin. Faces equally flushed, they heaved heavily, gazes alit with wonder.

"Wow," Trunks articulated himself, breathlessly.

"I'll say," Ino agreed. A smirk accentuated her glossy, pink lips, "So," She purred, pivoting and pressing her body up against the Saiyan's like an iron, hand reaching up to caress his chin, "How was it, handsome? Did it please you?~"

She could practically feel the heat of the young warrior's blush brightening his nervous visage like an electric radiator, "Heh," He chuckled uneasily, "Yeah, it was great."

"Aw, I'm so glad!~"

"Man," Trunks could almost feel his shoulders sagging in the relief with the distraction Ino's laziest teammate provided, "Think you two lovebirds could find a room or, you know, give us a warning next time," It was then that the couple fully took notice to Choji and Shikamaru, whose faces were still flushed in awkward embarrassment, "If I wanted to watch a couple make-out I'd hang with my old man."

"You're just jealous," Trunks countered coolly, finally distancing himself from Ino.

Shikamaru's glare couldn't get any less dry. Even the desert had little on it, "Really?" He deadpanned, sighing in irritation when Trunks shrugged, "You two are such a pain."

"Oh can it, Shika!" Ino demanded, "You wish you were half the man my guy is."

"Right, I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response, you troublesome woman."

While Ino and Choji snickered teasingly at their teammate, Trunks half-turned, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, "Right, whatever. Anyway, look, you got what you wanted, right? So I'm heading off now. I still need to find a Earth scroll for my own team and head back to them."

"Oh yeah!" Ino brightened, quickly latching onto her boyfriend's muscular bicep before he could all but teleport away with his insane, godlike level of speed, "Think you could do me one more itsy-bitsy favour?" Her eyes sparkled in the most cutesy-wootsy defenceless girl-in-need-of-assistance-act ever, "Pleaseeeee, boo. It'll only take a minute."

A dry smile of Trunks' own curled his lips, "Lemme guess, you want me to lead you guys to the tower, right?"

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

"I'm psychic," Trunks clarified with obvious sarcasm. Sighing in acceptance (an obvious show since he wanted Ino with him) Trunks jerked his head in the direction he was going to take before being interrupted, "Fine. Let's go, then. But I'm grabbing an Earth scroll before we head to the tower, cool?"

"Oh yeah, of course!~" Ino sang. The fact that she was even getting a free carry through the second phase of the exam so soon after it had already started was more than enough to leave Ino content with whatever pitstops her insanely powerful boyfriend made.

A carry was more than she could ask for in this scenario so she wasn't about to overstep her boundaries and risk having the invitation taken away. That wouldn't bode well for their insecurity.

They still hadn't ascertained how they would've gone about procuring a Heaven Scroll if not for Trunks doing it for them. Maybe it was due to their overwhelming lack of confidence in themselves as a team or their pragmatic outlooks, Team 10 didn't fancy their chances here.

The encounter with Neji alone had made it abundantly clear they sucked.

For heaven's sakes, he didn't even have to lay a finger on them. He merely taunted them and had them scurrying away with their tails between their legs.

No, their best and likely only option of getting through the second phase unscathed was to follow Trunks, and follow him they would as they fell in step with the ultra-powerful Genin, Ino clinging to his arm like a possessed lover.

"So, Trunks?" Choji said, offering conversation. He waited until Trunks looked over to him before voicing his enquiry, "Where's your team?"

"They woulda just got in my way, so I dropped them off by the tower," Trunks answered, waving his hand in dismissal.

A shade of awkward green shadowed Choji's swirly cheeks to the hybrid's apparent disdain of team, "W-Well, yeah! I guess with your strength you could finish the exam all on your own, right?" It may have just been Choji's sensitive side talking, but Trunks sounded so cold dismissing his team like that; like they were talentless newbies by comparison. To be fair, they likely were nothing compared to Trunks, but he didn't have to so insensitive about it.

"Pretty much," Trunks shrugged, "Can get around faster without hauling their butts along for the flight."

"That's my guy," Ino quipped dryly, snuggling against an effectively embarrassed Trunks until the implications of his last statement sunk in fully, "Wait," She said, peering up at his perplexed face in incredulity. Looks shared by her teammates, "You said 'flight'. Are you saying you can FLY?"

Trunks' confusion evaporated into tired recognition with a sigh. Ugh, stupid Lighter than Air technique being uncommon in the ninja lands. It made explanations of how he obtained it without sounding crazy a pain, "Well, yeah," He said, instantly scooping Ino up into his arms before rocketing to the sky in twisters, knocking the senses from Choji and Shikamaru as they gaped up at the two airborne teens.

"Whoa..."

"Unreal."

Choji and Shikamaru murmured respectively, gazes wide and alit with intense fascination and wondrous disbelief.

"S-Shikamaru," Not for the first time since encountering the wonder-boy did Choji's jaw feel incredibly stiffened like a bolt of lightning had shot down on him, "W-What he is?"

"I don't know," Shikamaru responded bluntly, eyes pinned to the standing figure above as though he were looking at another entity, wiping the sweat and consequently, the stunned amazement from his eyes, "But I'll tell you one thing he ain't; normal."

It was at that point that Trunks dropped from the sky, startling his fellow males as they hadn't even seen him move. To them, one moment he was in the air and the next he was beside them like he teleported. Although Choji settled quickly enough, concern softening his eyes to his dazed teammate resting limply in the hybrid's arms, looking out of it as her head hung from Trunks' arm.

"And that's how I do that," Trunks deadpanned.

Ino recovered quickly enough, a smirk appearing on her face from the position she was in, "Oh, so that's how you sweep a lady off her feet huh?" She teased, drawing a cringe from Trunks, "Mm-hmm. I see how it is," She drew closer to him, nuzzling against one of his cheeks while caressing the other with the palm of her hand, "So stud, how does it feel to hold me?"

There was only thing to say in this instance.

"Aw, crapbaskets."

Stupid Gohan and Goten.


So, yeah. I hope you all enjoyed this little special and I apologize that this isn't a normal chapter. I actually had most of chapter 12 done but when I reread it I realized I couldn't post it. I barely went anywhere despite all that I wrote so I figured, if I go in another direction I can speed things up significantly, hence was a rewrite of chapter 12 was decided and a special chapter being put in its place.

I will be back with an actual chapter soon, but until then, take care and have a happy new year.