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.

9. Nine

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 Nine

© Breanna Breifs and Silver Galaxy 2001, all rights reserved

Rated: PG
(Mild Cussing and Mild violence)

"...the hell?!" Vegeta uttered, both he and Goku staring at the purple-haired adult staring at them. "What are you doing back here?!" Vegeta masked his smile with a scowl.

"Well..." Mirai Trunks laughed nervously, casually approaching Goku and Vegeta. "Well...uh...funny story, actually."

"Out with it!" Vegeta said impatiently.

"Trunks! Glad you're back! But...is everything okay?" asked Goku.

Trunks nodded, his face turning a bright shade of red. "Yeah, everything's fine! I...I just realized that...that...before I went to my timeline after Gohan defeated Cell, I left something...important here."

Vegeta folded his arms over his chest, a true scowl replacing the fake one. "And it took you six years to realize it?"

"Yes..."

Goku smiled, casually putting his arm around Trunks' shoulder. "What'd ya leave?"

His nervous laughs increasing, Trunks lowered his gaze. "My neon pink socks."

"WHAT?!" Vegeta sputtered, staring in wide-eyed anger at his 'son.' "No son of mine wears...NEON PINK SOCKS!!"

"...well...Father, you did wear that pink shirt..."

"That's different!" yelled Vegeta.

Goku smiled even more, as he removed his shoe, and lifted his foot up to show Trunks. "What, these neon pink socks?"

Trunks pointed at the socks, nearly jumping up and down in excitement. "That's them! Goku!.....don't wear my socks."

"Ah, come on... They're comfy!"

Trunks glared at Goku, his anger rising. "...No one wears my socks!"

"I do."

"...Take'em off!"

"Trunks..."

"I want my socks!" whined Trunks, his hair rising ever so slowly, and his eyes flashing teal.

"No! I found them!"

"I bought them!"

"I don't care! They're my socks!"

Vegeta watched the two argue. "THEY'RE PINK!!!!!"

Goku and Trunks momentarily took the same side, glared at Vegeta, and, in unision, yelled: "THEY'RE NEON PINK!"

"What the hell does it matter?!?! Saiyajin don't wear 'neon' pink socks! Get over yourselves!" retorted Vegeta, still not believing two of the most powerful warriors in the universe were arguing over who got to wear the neon pink socks.

Vegeta wasn't heard, however, by the two Saiyajin. "Goku, I'm not going to ask again! They're my socks!"

"I've had them for six years! You can't possibly seriously ask me to part with them! I love them, and they don't like you!" Goku said ever so calmly.

Seething, Trunks allowed all his power to emerge, shaking their surroundings, as he screamed: "I WANT MY SOCKS!!!!!!"

Vegeta blinked, deciding to just go find his other...more sane...son who didn't throw temper tantrums over neon pink socks.