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.

5. Five

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 Five

© Breanna Breifs and Silver Galaxy 2001, all rights reserved

Rated: PG
(Mild Cussing and Mild violence)

Searching along the highways, They soon came to a street filled with different cars. All to which where left unattended. Trunks grinned evilly. Yes! Now for phase one!' he said to himself as he looked at all the cars. Many were business cars and expensive-looking ones. Look over there Goten. Jackpot! he said with a happy grin.

Goten cheers. Alright! Time to terrorize! Goten shouted. Trunks whacked him on the head. Shssssssssh!, do you want someone to hear us! Trunks scowled. Goten rubbed his sore head. he said with a low tone.

The scowl instantly transformed into an almost demonic grin. "All right, Goten. You take the left side, I'll take the right."

Nodding, Goten levitated to the left side of the road, but was stopped in mid-air by Trunks' mocking voice. "What are you doing?"

"Taking the left side..."

"That's right!"

Goten nodded slowly, stifling his laughs. "Yeah. I know I'm right."

"No, you idiot! That's the right side of the road!"

Blinking, Goten held his hands out in front of him, and imagined he was writing. He was defnitely on the left side... "Trunks, I'm on the left side. You're on the right."

His sensitive hearing allowed him to pick up a low throaty sound coming from Trunks, which made him chuckle. "Trunks, do you not know left from right?!"

"...I know left from right! I'm just...just...shut up, and do what we came here to do!"

Chuckles turning into laughs, Goten jumped on top of a green car. Aiming downwards, Goten yelled: "Kamehameha!" As the powerful blast flew downwards, Goten used the inertia to fly upwards, avoiding injury.

Trunks muttered curses under his breath. Goten could be so annoying sometimes! Of course he knew his left from his right! What idiot didn't?! He was just...disoriented from the visor! That was all.

Deciding to not do anything fancy, Trunks simply began to systematically shoot ki blasts at the cars, blowing them up as if they were dominoes toppling onto each other.

"Oh, come on, Trunks! At least enjoy yourself!" Goten said innocently enough to make Trunks puke. He didn't have to act so smug!

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL!?!"

The angry voice got both the boys' attention. Someone had noticed that they were blowing up every car in sight... Now the fun was really about to begin.

Goten smirked. "We are the Twin Terrors! Warn this city of our onslaught, and beware! TIME TO TERRORIZE!!!"

Trunks felt like killing Goten. "Hey, I'm not with him!"

"Oh, yes he is! He also can't tell left from right! He also pees his bed at night! He can't win a fight, and he might just pee on your head if you don't leave! He calls his pee... Ultra Mega Pee-Pee Attack!"

Trunks seldom allowed himself to fall from his smooth, suave, graceful façade. But Goten had crossed the line, and utterly embarassed him. He sputtered, his face turning a strange mix of bright red and purple... To be blunt, his face almost matched his get-up. "Terror Two, I'm going to kill you."

"Haha, you rhymed!"

"Seriously, I'm going to kill you!"

Goten blinked at Trunks. What for? he was really blank on why Trunks wanted to kill him. Trunks slapped his face. Throwing up his hands and turned to the guy, What my friend said he said dryly.

The guy in front of them was speechless. He eyed the boys who in front of him werelooking carefully. Flyingor rather floating.

Growling, Trunks clenched his fists. He couldn't get into a fight with Goten! If they started sparring, their parents and Gohan would surely sense their ki! "I will kill you...later!"

"What, scared?!"

"No! I don't want to be sensed!"

"....and like shooting ki blasts didn't give them the picture?!"

Sputtering once more, Trunks turned an interesting shade of red...again. "Shut up! We have to move!"

The man witnessing it all began to run the opposite way of the Twin Terrors. Trunks noticed this, his angry growing.

"Where do you think you're going!? GET BACK HERE!" Trunks yelled, whizzing out of sight, and reappearing right smack dab in the man's path.

Goten laughed to himself. I wonder if he knows that he sounds exactly like his mom when he yells like that? I wonder if he's going to normally sound like Bulma when he gets older... Ha! That'd be funny!

"S..sorry, Twin Terror, sir! I was only...only..."

"Only running away like the pansy you are! Drop your pants!" Trunks commanded.

"WHAT?!" Both Goten and the man exclaimed incredulously.

This was getting to become way too much for Goten's poor lungs to handle! As he struggled to remain upright as he hysterically laughed, he didn't notice the death glare Trunks was shooting him. "Terror One...you sound like your mom, have purple hair, and now you want to see a guy in all his glory?! You...you..."

"Don't finish that thought!" Trunks yelled, yet again resembling Bulma in voice. He turned his attention to the man. "You're wearing boxers, right?"

T

he man nodded, suddenly becoming afraid for another reason... "They're neon pink."

Blinking, Trunks simply sputtered even more, suddenly becoming aware that he was losing his suave grace at the young age of seven... "I didn't want to know that!"

"I bet you didn't!" remarked Goten, laughing even more. Finally, Trunks was getting the kick in the pants he deserved! "I bet his boxers really look like you, Tru...Terror One!" Goten quickly caught his mistake, assuring their identies remained secret.

Losing his temper, Trunks shot a random ki blast at Goten, smirking when a very loud, screeching "OUCH!" resonated throughout the neighborhood. "Drop your pants."

Shakily, the man did as ordered. As his pants slowly slid down his legs, Trunks and Goten both stared with wide eyes at the neon pink boxers. They really hadn't believed him...

"What the heck kind of a guy are you?!?!" Trunks asked, his voice loud and disturbed.

"The kind you might like when you get older..."

"Are you Terror Two's future self?"

"WHAT?!" Goten yelled, quickly flying to Trunks, with every intention of beginning a conflict. "I will not grow up to wear neon pink boxers with purple hearts!"

"Wanna bet?"

"I won't! But you probably will, since it'll be the only thing to match your nice pink hair!" Scowling at his friend, Goten decided to finally quit being ruled by Trunks. "Look at me! I'm Twin Terror One! I have girly pink hair and I like to pick flowers and sound like my bitchy mom! Wheeeee! Look at me, everyone! I want all the guys to watch me take a bubble bath!"

The man began laughing, high fiving Goten. "You're good, kid!"

Sneering at Goten, Trunks backhanded the guy in the face. He didn't really like being sadistic, but his anger was quickly on the rise. "Give me your pants!"

Shrugging, the guy handed over his pants to Trunks, who, in turn, slipped the belt out. He glared at the man, as he tied the guy's legs together. "We just can't let you run away, and tell everyone what's about to happen to the city. Sucks to be you."

Whimpering, the poor man was helpless as Trunks tied his hands behind his back with his belt. The purple-haired Saiyajin flew him to the roof of a very high building, dropped him on the ground, and, without so much as another word, flew back down to the ground.

"Goten, I swear to Dende that I'm going to kill you! We're supposed to be a team! Start acting like it!"

Goten 'hmphed.' "Trunks, we shouldn't be tieing people up like that! This has to end some time, and you're only making everything worse!"

"Shut up," said an exasperated Trunks. "If everything goes as we planned, our parents will think that we were in the mall the entire time. No one can place us to any of this!"

Goten sighed, knowing it was going to end in complete diaster. As Trunks began to fly away, in search of more destruction, Goten couldn't help but follow him, as despair closed in on him. "His plans never work out..."