Title: Concert Series One - Trunks 2/3-4?

Author: Tasuki

Current Mood: Evil and proud of it!!

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mild swearing, more Videl-bashing, possible Victorious Hindquarters Maneuvering, (also known as da Booty Dance o' Victory TM) shounen ai-ness, daydreaming, Backstreet Boys, RAV, (Random Acts of Violence) general stupidity

Author's Notes: Ferris and I have decided that we will switch off, one writing one chapter, the other writing the next, and so on. Now we start to get down to the actual plot!

Ferris: There actually WAS a plot? I thought you said that just to get people to read!

Tasuki: Hey! What are you doing here?

Ferris: Raiding your fridge.

Tasuki: Oh. On with da fic!



Concert Series One - Trunks:

Chapter Two

by Tasuki and her muses, with no help from Ferris, who is currently raiding her fridge

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Boring Narrator Guy: In our last chapter, young Trunks was - aaack! *gets stuffed into a closet by Mitsuki*

Mitsuki: Bo~ring! Last time, Trunks was planning something really important that he couldn't tell anyone about, a bird crapped on a guy and ran into Veggie's car, Videl died, and Ferris raided Tasuki's fridge. Let's see what they're doing now!

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::Thoughts::

||Thoughts||

*actions*

|~*~|Goten|~*~|

While Gohan stayed downstairs and argued with Okaasan, I went up to my room for a while. I wondered what Trunks was doing right then. Probably working on his secret project right now. I stared out the window for a while. Why did I have to like him so much? It wasn't fair! It wasn't! Most guys my age were flirting with girls and hanging out. Me? I was training just in case some ugly alien from outer space came to destroy the Earth for one reason or another and crushing on my best friend. Well, just goes to show how normal us Saiya-jins are.

||Hold it, this isn't good! Don't become depressed! Perk up already! This isn't like you!|| said a weird voice inside my head.

::Who the hell are you and what do you want?:: I asked.

||I, my dear Goten, am you. Well, more like your subconscious, actually. I know what your deepest, darkest secrets and desires are,|| it chuckled evilly.

::Do you have a name?:: I asked. Well, if I was going to talk to it, it might as well have a name.

||My name is Voldiepants,|| it said, with a hint of pride.

::Voldiepants?:: I asked. ::Come one, you're not just joshing with me, are you?::

The voice sounded hurt. ||You don't like my name?|| it asked.

::No, just making sure that's what I heard. It's better than something like, oh, Videl, or some such name.:: Hey, it was true.

||Very true. So, anyway, when are you gonna screw this guy already?||

::WHAT?!::

||You heard me! When are you and Trunks gonna perform the Mating Ritual? Do the deed? Slide home? Romp in the car? Make it to the backseat? Do the - ||

::I get the point already! Shut up!::

||Hey, you asked.||

::Quiet, incompetent fool.::

||Whatever.||

Somewhere off in the distance, Trunks sneezed.

"Someone must be talking about you," said his mother, Bulma.

"Yeah, I guess. Could you hand me those wires over there?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

TBC



Tasuki: Alrighty! You want a continuation? Run to Ferris Akai@tuxedomask.com and complain. Ball's in your court, hon.

Ferris: Okie! *wanders off to go write the third chapter* But, of course, you'll never see it if you don't review!

Tasuki: So what are you waiting for?!

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