A/N: This is Goten's first day. It's still going to be from third person.
Disclaimer: It's at the start of the other chapters, if you really want to read one.
Son Goten smiled. {Oh whoops! I can't do that... Trunks never smiles,} he thought. He tried to arrange his face into a frown. He wasn't certain whether it had worked or not, but surely he looked more like Trunks than a smile would.
Suddenly, a horrible smell hit his nostrils. He covered his face with his hands, feeling a bit sick. His frown contorted to an expression of utter disgust.
{What is that? Surely nothing smells that bad... Even when dad doesn't have a bath for a month he doesn't smell that bad.} He looked around, as if looking for a long wave of green with rotten fish heads in it, like a cartoon. He was surprised to see a line of black. Summoning up all his courage, he sniffed the air for a millisecond. THE SMELL WAS COMING FROM CAPSULE CORP. He flew there as fast as possible, hoping that nothing had died. He flew up to Trunks's room, pinching his nose.
{Alright! I can play with Trunks's toys!} thought Goten, completly distracted from his 'mission'. Momentarily forgetting the smell, he removed his hand from his nose. The stench hit him like a Kamehameha blast to the face. He quickly pinched his nose again, eyes watering.
{WHOA! Now that was bad! I think I'd better bottle that to use against our next enemy,} he thought. {I don't think Buu could have stood against that for more than five seconds. Actually, I don't think an army of Super Saiyan Threes could stand against that. Hmm... maybe that is a good idea to bottle it, it'd be good for use against Trunks at least... Even if it isn't, I can at least find some food...}
He went downstairs, and soon saw the source of the smell. It was Bulma's attempts at cooking. She had attempted to make breakfast, and obviously failed dismally. There were a few miserable, blackened pieces of what probably once been bacon, and a few charred remains of a stack of toast. The oven had exploded, and was choking out black smoke, due to the melted metal and plastic. The plastic was where most of the smell was coming from. The toaster was a pile of dust. Luckily, the frying pan had been one of Chi-Chi's indestructible ones, and hadn't suffered at all. Bulma was standing next to the mess, her eyebrows singed off and her hair smoking.
"Whoops," she said.
"Uh... mum," Goten said. It felt really strange to call Bulma mum. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Trunks. I think I'll go back to getting the workers to make breakfast tomorrow."
"Good idea," said Goten. {I think this goes beyond all weirdness. Even my mum isn't this weird... Actually, maybe she is...} He walked out of the room, only to crash into someone in the corridor.
"Watch where you're going, brat!" a voice from just above him snarled.
"Oh... sorry Mr. Vegeta," Goten spluttered without thinking.
"What? 'Mr. Vegeta?' You've been hanging around that brat of Kakarot's, haven't you?" Goten nodded mutely. It was pretty obvious Vegeta was in a bad mood, and he'd rather have taken on Buu again than have an argument with a grumpy Vegeta. {I'm glad my dad never gets like that,} he thought to himself. He then tried to imagine Goku angry. It was pretty hard work. Of course, Goku was always angry while he was fighting, but he never actually got angry about anything other than evil. Goten admired his father for that. Plus, his father could eat even more than he could. {Hmm, I'm sorta hungry... I wonder what there is to eat? I'd like... I'd like a few pizzas, I think... yeah. Then I can play with Trunks's toys!} Unfortunately, lost in his thoughts, Goten had forgotten who was right in front of him.
"What are you looking at now? GO AWAY BRAT!" Vegeta yelled. Goten ran away as fast as he could.
Goten sat in Trunks's room. He had looked at a few of Trunks's toys, but nothing seemed very interesting. Many of them were broken, and the ones that weren't looked like presents from some distant relative who had forgotten who Trunks was. Goten sighed. Then he noticed something else. A weird looking watch. It was red, and had some buttons on it. Goten picked it up. He pushed a few of the buttons. Nothing happened.
"I wonder if it's food?" he asked himself. He sniffed it. "Yuck. Not food, smells plasticy." He pressed a few more buttons, and to his amazement, heard his own voice come from a speaker.
"I wonder if it's food," the disembodied voice of Trunks said. "Yuck. Not food, smells plasticy."
"WHOA! Cool!" He pressed a button that said menu. A list came up on the screen:
Trunks Briefs' Embarrasing Blackmail
Goten
Mum
Dad
Goten's dad
Goten's mum
Gohan
Videl
Krillin
Dende
Hercule
Goten looked confused. He didn't know what blackmail was. {Why would Trunks want to send someone black letters?} he asked himself. {Why would he want to send me a black letter?} He pressed the OK button and an little image of himself came up in the screen...
A/N: I've finally written the chapter! I'm sorry about the wait, I've been swamped with homework. Blame the teachers. Anyone have any ideas? I'm open to suggestions.
Disclaimer: It's at the start of the other chapters, if you really want to read one.
Son Goten smiled. {Oh whoops! I can't do that... Trunks never smiles,} he thought. He tried to arrange his face into a frown. He wasn't certain whether it had worked or not, but surely he looked more like Trunks than a smile would.
Suddenly, a horrible smell hit his nostrils. He covered his face with his hands, feeling a bit sick. His frown contorted to an expression of utter disgust.
{What is that? Surely nothing smells that bad... Even when dad doesn't have a bath for a month he doesn't smell that bad.} He looked around, as if looking for a long wave of green with rotten fish heads in it, like a cartoon. He was surprised to see a line of black. Summoning up all his courage, he sniffed the air for a millisecond. THE SMELL WAS COMING FROM CAPSULE CORP. He flew there as fast as possible, hoping that nothing had died. He flew up to Trunks's room, pinching his nose.
{Alright! I can play with Trunks's toys!} thought Goten, completly distracted from his 'mission'. Momentarily forgetting the smell, he removed his hand from his nose. The stench hit him like a Kamehameha blast to the face. He quickly pinched his nose again, eyes watering.
{WHOA! Now that was bad! I think I'd better bottle that to use against our next enemy,} he thought. {I don't think Buu could have stood against that for more than five seconds. Actually, I don't think an army of Super Saiyan Threes could stand against that. Hmm... maybe that is a good idea to bottle it, it'd be good for use against Trunks at least... Even if it isn't, I can at least find some food...}
He went downstairs, and soon saw the source of the smell. It was Bulma's attempts at cooking. She had attempted to make breakfast, and obviously failed dismally. There were a few miserable, blackened pieces of what probably once been bacon, and a few charred remains of a stack of toast. The oven had exploded, and was choking out black smoke, due to the melted metal and plastic. The plastic was where most of the smell was coming from. The toaster was a pile of dust. Luckily, the frying pan had been one of Chi-Chi's indestructible ones, and hadn't suffered at all. Bulma was standing next to the mess, her eyebrows singed off and her hair smoking.
"Whoops," she said.
"Uh... mum," Goten said. It felt really strange to call Bulma mum. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Trunks. I think I'll go back to getting the workers to make breakfast tomorrow."
"Good idea," said Goten. {I think this goes beyond all weirdness. Even my mum isn't this weird... Actually, maybe she is...} He walked out of the room, only to crash into someone in the corridor.
"Watch where you're going, brat!" a voice from just above him snarled.
"Oh... sorry Mr. Vegeta," Goten spluttered without thinking.
"What? 'Mr. Vegeta?' You've been hanging around that brat of Kakarot's, haven't you?" Goten nodded mutely. It was pretty obvious Vegeta was in a bad mood, and he'd rather have taken on Buu again than have an argument with a grumpy Vegeta. {I'm glad my dad never gets like that,} he thought to himself. He then tried to imagine Goku angry. It was pretty hard work. Of course, Goku was always angry while he was fighting, but he never actually got angry about anything other than evil. Goten admired his father for that. Plus, his father could eat even more than he could. {Hmm, I'm sorta hungry... I wonder what there is to eat? I'd like... I'd like a few pizzas, I think... yeah. Then I can play with Trunks's toys!} Unfortunately, lost in his thoughts, Goten had forgotten who was right in front of him.
"What are you looking at now? GO AWAY BRAT!" Vegeta yelled. Goten ran away as fast as he could.
Goten sat in Trunks's room. He had looked at a few of Trunks's toys, but nothing seemed very interesting. Many of them were broken, and the ones that weren't looked like presents from some distant relative who had forgotten who Trunks was. Goten sighed. Then he noticed something else. A weird looking watch. It was red, and had some buttons on it. Goten picked it up. He pushed a few of the buttons. Nothing happened.
"I wonder if it's food?" he asked himself. He sniffed it. "Yuck. Not food, smells plasticy." He pressed a few more buttons, and to his amazement, heard his own voice come from a speaker.
"I wonder if it's food," the disembodied voice of Trunks said. "Yuck. Not food, smells plasticy."
"WHOA! Cool!" He pressed a button that said menu. A list came up on the screen:
Trunks Briefs' Embarrasing Blackmail
Goten
Mum
Dad
Goten's dad
Goten's mum
Gohan
Videl
Krillin
Dende
Hercule
Goten looked confused. He didn't know what blackmail was. {Why would Trunks want to send someone black letters?} he asked himself. {Why would he want to send me a black letter?} He pressed the OK button and an little image of himself came up in the screen...
A/N: I've finally written the chapter! I'm sorry about the wait, I've been swamped with homework. Blame the teachers. Anyone have any ideas? I'm open to suggestions.