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.

14. Fourteen

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 Fourteen

© Breanna Breifs and Silver Galaxy 2001, all rights reserved

Rated: PG
(Mild Cussing and Mild violence)

Vegeta growled, as he stalked furiously throughout the streets of Satan City. How hard could it be to find two sloppy little brats?!? "How could they be evading me like this?!"

Vegeta didn't know, but what he did know was that when he found them, they were dead!

Once again searching for ki powers, he only sensed four large ones, that belonged to Gohan, Videl, Mirai Trunks, and Goku. Gohan and Videl's radiated of pain, frustration and anger, while Goku and Mirai Trunks' told Vegeta that they were still yelling angrily over the neon pink socks.

"I'll never know why I stayed on this planet." Vegeta grumbled to himself, searching specifically for Goten's ki. He had mistaken Mirai Trunks for Chibi Trunks once already, and there was no possible way he could do the same with Goten.

"Seeing as how this day has gone so far, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up mistaking Kakarot's second spawn with that dumb purple dinosaur!" frowning at the thought, Vegeta paused on the sidewalk he was walking on, deeply concentrating on trying to find Goten.

Just as he was about to locate Goten, he felt something wet and heavy land on his hair. Growling once more, Vegeta slowly looked up, only to be rewarded with another 'something wet and heavy' right smack dab on his face.

"...RATS WITH WINGS!" Vegeta screamed, glaring at the pigeons sitting atop the branch he was standing beneath. The Saiyajin prince shrieked (yes, shrieked like a little girl) when they suddenly flew away, only to circle around and land on his towering hair. "GET OFF!"

With pigeon dung in one eye, a clouded judgement, and with blind rage running through his veins, Vegeta began to swat at the pigeons...but found his arms were to short to reach the very top of his hair. "OFF! NOW! GET OFF! SHOO!" he yelled furiously, now resorting to blindly shooting ki blasts at the birds.

He didn't hear any squawk in painful death, and he didn't hear any fall to the ground.

They had evaded his ki blasts.

But wasn't that impossible?!

"I have killed many things in my life! I have destroyed full planets! I have done many, many things in my life, and I WILL NOT BE OUTDONE BY A BUNCH OF RATS WITH WINGS!!!! NOW GET OFF!" And Vegeta began to swat, blast, and jump up and down...

Little did he know, Trunks and Goten were standing on the other side of the street, watching in amusement at the spectical Vegeta was making of himself.

"Why doesn't he just power up?" Trunks wondered outloud, earning a shrug from his friend.

"Wanna make him our next victim?" asked Goten.

Trunks shook his head. "He may not be able to defeat a bunch of pigeons, but I'm sure he'll recognize us and do something we'll hate. ...I don't wanna mess with my dad after a pigeon attack."

"What, it's happened before?"

Trunks nodded, stifling his laughs at the memory. "Oh yeah! The things are attracted to his hair."

Becoming silent, the duo watched as Vegeta finally came to his senses, and exploded into Super Saiyajin, permanately scaring the birds away.

That's when he felt Goten's ki. Easily tracking it down, Vegeta turned his head, and caught sight of two very familar costumes. "BRATS!" They were right across the street?!!?!

Trunks and Goten were beginning to think that they were way too obvious...except to Gohan, of course, who was as blind as a bat.

"Ah, crap." Trunks and Goten both uttered simultaneously. They started running, but found that Vegeta was MUCH faster than they could ever hope to be, and he whizzed into view...right in their path.

Laughing nervously, Trunks smiled, removing his helmet, ready to use it as a weapon. "Hiya, Dad! Whaddup?"

"You do realize that I am going to kill you, don't you?" Vegeta snarled, not sure to be either extremely peeved off or proud. After all, his son had escaped the inescapable: mothers on a shopping spree. Then again, he had to put up with the bawling, the neon pink socks, and the pigeons because of their little scheme... Heck with it -- Vegeta would just kill his son because he was proud of him.

"Yeah, right. You'd be sleeping on the couch 'til the day you die!" Trunks replied sassily, smirking. "You can't do squat without getting in trouble with mom, Pigeon Perch!"

Vegeta fumed. "Do you think your mother rules me?!?"

"Yeah. She has you whipped." Trunks mocked, secretly signaling to Goten to make a run for it on the count of three.

"I AM NOT WHIPPED!" Vegeta yelled, not believing that his son shared the same thoughts as Goku.

"Riiiiiiight. And I don't look like a purple mushroom with my hair."

Goten giggled at Trunks' retort. Now that he thought about it...Trunks DID look like a mushroom...discolored, but a mushroom nonetheless.

Vegeta slightly cocked his head to the side, looking at his son's hair. "...you do look like a mushroom. BUT I AM NOT WHIPPED!"

"Okay, Goten, let's...run!" Trunks said calmly, running as fast as he could into the middle of the busy street. Goten blinked, deciding to go the opposite way. It was stupid to stick together. Trunks would get caught, then Goten could rescue him!

Goten never looked back as he ran down the sidewalk, away from both Vegeta and Trunks.

Trunks wasn't so fortunate as to get away. Vegeta grabbed him by the nap of his neck, roughly tugging him back. Trunks tried to defend himself, by swinging his helmet at his dad's head, but upon impact, the helmet did nothing but make Vegeta smile.

"Nice try." Vegeta mocked, smirking at his mushroom son. Transferring his hold to Trunks' wrist, Trunks looked at his dad.

"We just wanted to have fun..."

"Does it look like I -- GAH!!!" Vegeta was cut off, as a huge bus slammed into him, sending the Saiyajin prince sliding underneath the large vehicle. Anger ripping throughout his every fiber, Vegeta exploded into Super Saiyajin, flipping the bus over.

Ignoring the shouts of anger from the shocked and dazed people of the bus, Vegeta looked to find his son gone.

"BRAT!" Vegeta screamed, vowing to slowly kill his bratty son the moment he laid eyes on him...no, THEM. He wouldn't let Mirai Trunks get away with coming back for neon pink socks, nor would he let Chibi Trunks get away with ...EVERYTHING he had done.

They would both suffer.