Mirai no Trunks stared in fascinated horror at the two children in front of him. They had only been in his room for thirty minutes and they had already busted a pillow in a pillow fight, knocked over the bookshelf, almost busted his aquarium, and ripped one of the curtains. And now Chibi Trunks had a hold of his sword.
The child turned the sword over and studied it carefully. Trunks watched him warily, afraid of the potential destruction that he knew his younger version was quite capable of doing. Chibi Trunks, however, didn't seem intent on testing out the sword on anything. He seemed more absorbed in determining the worth of the blade.
Goten hovered near his friend, looking at the sword with envy.
"Can I hold it, Trunks?" he asked eagerly.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"How come?"
"I'm your Prince and I said no," replied Trunks.
Goten scrunched his face up. Mirai no Trunks frowned. Had he really been such a brat when he was a child? Then again, Vegeta hadn't help raise him.
"Pretty please?" persisted Goten.
Trunks rolled his eyes and sighed.
"OK," he said.
He gave Goten what he considered a "light tap" on the head with the blunt part of the sword. But then again, this was a Saiyan's version of a "light tap."
"OUCH!" shouted Goten, tears welling up in his eyes.
He fell to the ground, clutching the top of his head. He began to whimper pitifully. Chibi Trunks winced and kneeled down next to his best friend.
"I'm sorry, Chibi," he said soothingly.
Future Trunks watched in fear as Goten continued to cry despite his friend's gentle words.
"Hey, kiddo. It's OK," he stated as he bent down next to the boy.
The teenager wrapped his arms awkwardly around the small boy. To his surprise, Goten didn't pull away; instead, he snuggled up against his chest. The boy began to hiccup in between sobs.
"I know what will make him feel better," stated Chibi Trunks.
"Huh?" asked Mirai no Trunks.
The boy grinned mischievously.
"Chocolate," replied the younger version.
Goten looked up at Future Trunks, smiling at the idea of some yummy candy.
"Er....I think I've got some," muttered the teenager.
The released the child and started digging around under his bed. He pulled out an old shoebox: his secret stash of candy. He pushed the box towards Goten. In the back of his head, he seemed to recall his mother not allowing him to have sweets when he was younger. He couldn't remember why.
"Thanks!" chirped Goten.
The boy quickly divided the entire contents of the box between him and his older friend. Before Future Trunks could react, the boys had consumed the entirety of the treats. The two boys exchanged a crazed look. With shouts of joy, they began to tear around the room in a hurricane of frenzy. That's when Trunks remembered why candy had been prohibited when he was a child. There was nothing more destructive than a Saiyan youth on a sugar rush.
Chibi Trunks and Goten began jumping up and down on the bed, singing in what must have been the Saiyan language. They had learned the song from Vegeta. It had only taken a solid week of nagging to convince the gruff Saiyan to teach them what they termed as a "national song."
Future Trunks sank to the ground and clutched his head, which was throbbing painfully. He watched the two children bounce up and down gleefully on his bed. After a few minutes the pair began to lose energy. They both sank onto the bed, each clutching their stomachs.
"I don't feel so good," muttered Goten, looking extremely pale.
"I think I'm going to be sick," groaned Trunks.
Mirai no Trunks' eyes widened.
"BATHROOM!" he shrieked hysterically.
Trunks and Goten ran towards the bathroom. Future Trunks closed his eyes as he listened to them wretch. Slowly, he stood and walked over to check on them. Leaning against the doorframe, Trunks sighed heavily. Goten was leaning over the toilet and Chibi Trunks was leaning over the sink.
Finished, the two boys slumped onto the bathroom floor.
"Are you OK?" inquired Future Trunks.
Goten belched loudly.
"Yeah. I think so," he whimpered.
One at a time, Trunks gathered the boys into his arms and returned the to the bed. Chibi Trunks and Goten whimpered and cuddled up next to each other. Reluctantly, the teenager returned to the bathroom to clean up the mess.
When he came back he found Trunks and Goten fast asleep, arms around each other. Mirai no Trunks smiled to himself. Those two were really quite adorable when they weren't moving.
Trunks began to fix the damage that the two semi-Saiyans had done to his room. Thirty minutes later, he heard movement from his bed. The boys were sitting up, wiping sleep from their eyes. Trunks prepared himself for the next onslaught.
"I'm bored," whined Goten, looking around the room for something to do.
"Yeah. Me too," added Chibi Trunks.
Mirai no Trunks groaned inwardly. Could it get any worse?
"Hey! Why don't we spar?" suggested the younger Trunks.
"Yeah!" agreed Goten.
The two children turned to the teenager and looked at him expectantly.
"You want me to spar with you?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah! It'll be fun," stated Chibi Trunks.
The two boys bounced off the bed and headed out the door. On their way, they each grabbed one of Trunks' arms, dragging the bewildered teenager with them. Trunks sighed in defeat. Sparring with the two hyperactive demi-Saiyans couldn't be so bad, could it?
The child turned the sword over and studied it carefully. Trunks watched him warily, afraid of the potential destruction that he knew his younger version was quite capable of doing. Chibi Trunks, however, didn't seem intent on testing out the sword on anything. He seemed more absorbed in determining the worth of the blade.
Goten hovered near his friend, looking at the sword with envy.
"Can I hold it, Trunks?" he asked eagerly.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"How come?"
"I'm your Prince and I said no," replied Trunks.
Goten scrunched his face up. Mirai no Trunks frowned. Had he really been such a brat when he was a child? Then again, Vegeta hadn't help raise him.
"Pretty please?" persisted Goten.
Trunks rolled his eyes and sighed.
"OK," he said.
He gave Goten what he considered a "light tap" on the head with the blunt part of the sword. But then again, this was a Saiyan's version of a "light tap."
"OUCH!" shouted Goten, tears welling up in his eyes.
He fell to the ground, clutching the top of his head. He began to whimper pitifully. Chibi Trunks winced and kneeled down next to his best friend.
"I'm sorry, Chibi," he said soothingly.
Future Trunks watched in fear as Goten continued to cry despite his friend's gentle words.
"Hey, kiddo. It's OK," he stated as he bent down next to the boy.
The teenager wrapped his arms awkwardly around the small boy. To his surprise, Goten didn't pull away; instead, he snuggled up against his chest. The boy began to hiccup in between sobs.
"I know what will make him feel better," stated Chibi Trunks.
"Huh?" asked Mirai no Trunks.
The boy grinned mischievously.
"Chocolate," replied the younger version.
Goten looked up at Future Trunks, smiling at the idea of some yummy candy.
"Er....I think I've got some," muttered the teenager.
The released the child and started digging around under his bed. He pulled out an old shoebox: his secret stash of candy. He pushed the box towards Goten. In the back of his head, he seemed to recall his mother not allowing him to have sweets when he was younger. He couldn't remember why.
"Thanks!" chirped Goten.
The boy quickly divided the entire contents of the box between him and his older friend. Before Future Trunks could react, the boys had consumed the entirety of the treats. The two boys exchanged a crazed look. With shouts of joy, they began to tear around the room in a hurricane of frenzy. That's when Trunks remembered why candy had been prohibited when he was a child. There was nothing more destructive than a Saiyan youth on a sugar rush.
Chibi Trunks and Goten began jumping up and down on the bed, singing in what must have been the Saiyan language. They had learned the song from Vegeta. It had only taken a solid week of nagging to convince the gruff Saiyan to teach them what they termed as a "national song."
Future Trunks sank to the ground and clutched his head, which was throbbing painfully. He watched the two children bounce up and down gleefully on his bed. After a few minutes the pair began to lose energy. They both sank onto the bed, each clutching their stomachs.
"I don't feel so good," muttered Goten, looking extremely pale.
"I think I'm going to be sick," groaned Trunks.
Mirai no Trunks' eyes widened.
"BATHROOM!" he shrieked hysterically.
Trunks and Goten ran towards the bathroom. Future Trunks closed his eyes as he listened to them wretch. Slowly, he stood and walked over to check on them. Leaning against the doorframe, Trunks sighed heavily. Goten was leaning over the toilet and Chibi Trunks was leaning over the sink.
Finished, the two boys slumped onto the bathroom floor.
"Are you OK?" inquired Future Trunks.
Goten belched loudly.
"Yeah. I think so," he whimpered.
One at a time, Trunks gathered the boys into his arms and returned the to the bed. Chibi Trunks and Goten whimpered and cuddled up next to each other. Reluctantly, the teenager returned to the bathroom to clean up the mess.
When he came back he found Trunks and Goten fast asleep, arms around each other. Mirai no Trunks smiled to himself. Those two were really quite adorable when they weren't moving.
Trunks began to fix the damage that the two semi-Saiyans had done to his room. Thirty minutes later, he heard movement from his bed. The boys were sitting up, wiping sleep from their eyes. Trunks prepared himself for the next onslaught.
"I'm bored," whined Goten, looking around the room for something to do.
"Yeah. Me too," added Chibi Trunks.
Mirai no Trunks groaned inwardly. Could it get any worse?
"Hey! Why don't we spar?" suggested the younger Trunks.
"Yeah!" agreed Goten.
The two children turned to the teenager and looked at him expectantly.
"You want me to spar with you?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah! It'll be fun," stated Chibi Trunks.
The two boys bounced off the bed and headed out the door. On their way, they each grabbed one of Trunks' arms, dragging the bewildered teenager with them. Trunks sighed in defeat. Sparring with the two hyperactive demi-Saiyans couldn't be so bad, could it?