Twin Terror's Strike Force

by Breanna and Silver Galaxy

Shopping and young Saiyajin boys do not mix... Satan City finds this out after Trunks and Goten escape the mall and their parents. After all, mischief and mayhem are their specialities.

2. Two

Disclaimer- we do not own DB/DBZ/DBGT in any shape, form or in any way. This twisted story is purely written for the entertainment of its readers. No money will be made off of this story whatsoever.

Author's Note: Hehe, this is a twisty, crazy, and weird story me and Silver came up with one night!! I hope ya all like it, cause we sure loved to write it! We do own ourselvesHehe Snickers you will see! Also, please take note that we have taken certain liberties... ^_^ Call it an a/u, but Goku is alive, and there's also a fifth addition to the Son family... Kiara belongs to Breanna, so no using without permission! :)

Twin Terror's Strike Force

Mischief and Mayheim are their specialities

Part two

© Breanna Breifs and Silver Galaxy 2001, all rights reserved

Rated: PG
(Mild Cussing and Mild violence)

Looking around the van as Bulma got in, she saw the arrangements. Trunks and Goten at in a seat right behind the main front. Gohan, Chichi, Goku and baby Kiara were in the back and Vegeta sat in the passengers seat. He didn't look happy. Trunks and Goten were less than excited, but when Bulma mentioned ice cream then the park they jumped at the chance. Bulma looked to the back and saw Goku playing with a giggling Kiara. Chichi smiled and told Goku to watch his strength.

Goku said something, then went back to playing with Kiara.

Bulma then shut the silding door, climbed in the drivers seat and drove ot the Mall.


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The Mall was backed. Every one of different sizes swamped the Mall's halls. The Sons and Briefs made their way to the first store...Millers Outpost. This was Chichi's favorite store to hunt clothes for Goku and Goten.

Goten looked up at the sign and frowned. He then whispered to Trunks who looked less enthusiastic. Hey Trunks he said as close to Trunks as he could get. Trunks leaned over, he equally whispered. I know why mom picked this store, he said with a cringe. Trunks blinked, Goten shuttered cause' she wanted to put me in binding cloths and tell me how cute I look he said with a quit sneer. Trunks made a face. Yea, my mom wants to take me to B&K Big Kids after this. She told me yesterday. Trunks and Goten both shivered.

Goku looked around. He saw Vegeta lookscared. Goku smiled. He had never seen him like this. When he looked at Vegeta again, Vegeta's usual frown was back in place. All of a sudden, Kiara started to giggle. Looking down, Goku smiled at his 7 month old daughter. In response, Kiara made a gurgling noise and kicked her little feet all the while sucking on her pacifier.

His hands clenched into fists, Trunks shuddered at the thought of how the day could possibly go: Embarassing outfits, ridiculous mothers smothering them in front of girls, their Saiyajin pride being ripped to shreds! "We're Saiyajin! We shouldn't have to be put through this!" grumbled seven-year-old Trunks to his younger partner-in-crime, a defiant fire lighting his young azure eyes. "We don't have to stand for this!"

"No, we don't have to stand for this! There's a bench! Let's sit down for this! We'll show them that we're not gonna stand for it!" Goten replied quietly, the same fire claiming his raven eyes.

Trunks blinked, giving his friend a strange look....all before he slapped himself in the head. "Goten, I meant that we don't have to put up with this!" Too late, Trunks realized. Goten was no longer by his side, but instead, had already taken seat on the wooden bench, his arms folded stubbornly over his chest.

"Ha!"

"Eh..." Trunks groaned to himself, before he caught glance of a reflective surface...and the horrifying truth that, well, horrifed him. "Oh no! My hair...it's...it's MESSED UP!" Hurriedly, Trunks cocked his head downwards, fixing his precious hair. Upon doing so, however, he saw an exit not too far from them. Shifting his gaze, he also saw that the adults and Gohan were out of the way...in perfect positions for Goten and himself to make a clean getaway from the hell of...the shopping mall!

Stealthily, Trunks innocently sat down by Goten. He remembered to keep his voice low, so the Saiyajin of their party wouldn't hear his plans... But, on second glance, he found that Vegeta and Bulma were already arguing (Trunks overheard something about "...no Saiyajin would lower themselves to shopping for PINK clothes!" "But it'd match his hair!" -- that fueled Trunks' defiant and angry mood, to say the least); Gohan was attempting to distance himself from the group, to avoid further embarassment; and Goku and ChiChi were googling over their daughter. He figured he would be safe screaming it at the top of his lungs, without so much as receiving a minute glance from anyone.

Still and all, Trunks knew better than to underestimate the Saiyajin ability of awesome hearing. He decided not to risk screaming, or talking even the slightest bit loudly. "Do you see that exit over there?" he asked quietly, whispering the question to his friend.

"Yeah... Trunks, what are you thinking?"

An evil, smug grin twisted Trunks' face, somewhat scaring Goten. "Like I said, we're not going to stand - or sit - for this. We're outta here, my friend. We'll be free from the horror of our mothers!"

"Yeah!" Goten replied, perhaps a bit over-excuberantly. Trunks whacked the back of his friend's head, hushing him.

"Not too loud!" scolded Trunks. "Now, the way I see it, we innocently walk towards our parents. I doubt they'll notice us, since they're busy. Then, we just quietly act as if we're window-shopping some of the stores that are past our parents, walk out of the store, then run for it. And don't fly or use any ki! We don't want Gohan, your dad, or my dad realizing we're gone too soon, or they'll have us."

Nodding, Goten copied Trunks' grin. Trunks didn't have the heart to tell him that it ended up looking like the famous 'stupid Son grin.'

"Now, remember, act natural...and don't alarm them," reminded Trunks. "Oh, and don't mention food... Knowing our fathers, that will get their attention and ruin it."

The two stood up, and walked 'naturally' towards their parents. As they passed, Goten realized Trunks had been right: they were all too preoccupied with themselves to even notice them. And, to reassure Goten more about their escape plan, he couldn't seem to see Gohan anywhere. Had Gohan escaped, too!? If Gohan did it, then that must make what they were doing okay!

Acting as if they were window-shopping, according to Trunks' plan, Trunks made a quiet comment on the sports equipment inside. "Cool! I wonder if they have martial arts stuff?"

"Probably." Goten replied, playing along to Trunks' assumed act. "Hey, look down there!"

Faking a happy look, Trunks and Goten calmly walked towards the next window...and to the door. "Now, towards the door..."

As they "oohed" and "awed" over the cheap merchandise, the two soon found themselves in front of the door. Goten then noticed a key element in their escape...or lack thereof. "Trunks, did you know this was an emergency exit?!"

Smirking, Trunks eyed his friend. "Sure I did. Think about it, Goten! If the alarm goes off, and they make a run for it, they'll probably forget about us! When they finally do realize we're not around, they'll think that we're still in here! They'll be standing out there for ages before anyone makes the connection that it was us who set it off!"

"IF!? Trunks, it could just ruin our plan!"

His smirk growing wider, Trunks shrugged. "Only one way to find out!" And, with that, Trunks slammed the door open, running out, dragging Goten along by his wrist. As the alarms blared through the mall, Trunks and Goten quickly ran across the parking lot, and instantly became: two immature Saiyajin boys loose in one large city free to do as they wished.

And their parents, Gohan, and Kiara, had no idea...