TRUNKS CRAZY TIME ADVENTURE (CONT)
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"Wakey wakey!"
Someone was shaking Trunks awake. Yawning softly, he turned over in his bed, muttering,"Go away."
"C'mon, Trunks!" Marle's voice persisted. "It's a big, beautiful day outside! Don't you wanna see it?"
"NO."
"Aw, c'mon!"
"I said, no!"
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!?!?"
"Aargh!" Trunks finally gave in and climbed out of bed.
"Yay!" Marle said when she saw he was awake.
Trunks rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then turned to stare at the clock on the wall. "Marle, it's five thirty in the morning."
Marle frowned at the clock. "How can you tell?"
Trunks slapped his palm against his face and began to mutter into it, suddenly remembering that Marle lived in an age when digital clocks did not exist.
"Never mind," he said, now fully awake. "Is everyone else still sleeping?"
"Of course not," Marle laughed. "I woke them all up."
Trunks froze. "Even... my dad?"
"Yeah," Marle replied huffily at the mention of Vegeta. "I figured even Mr. Curmudgeon could afford to get up and enjoy the morning like a civil person. I don't want to
diss your family or anything, Trunks, but your dad--- "
"--- he didn't kill you!?" Trunks blurted out.
"No," Marle answered, taken aback by Trunks' outburst. "He only told me to leave him alone or he would flay me alive." She grinned. "I stuck ice shards in that bush hair
of his. He was really awake then."
"Where--- where is he now?" Trunks asked weakly.
Marle shrugged. "Probably looking for me right now."
Two seconds later, the door to Trunks' room was blown to bits.
Trunks paled.
An infuriated Vegeta strode through the smoldering hole that had once been a door. True to Marle's word, his once proud, black hair was now adorned with icicles as
much as a peacock was adorned with feathers. When he spoke, every syllable trembled with quiet rage.
"Where--is-- she-- ?"
Marle made a small noise that sounded like "eep."
Vegeta snapped his head in Marle's direction.
"N-now Dad...," Trunks said, trying in vain to pacify Vegeta, whom could not be talked down in any way possible in the mood he was in. "Just calm down..."
"Calm down?" Vegeta repeated. "How can I calm down? I am the Prince of all Saiyans! And that thing--- " Vegeta pointed at Marle-- "that you call a girl has humiliated me!"
C'mon, Dad," Trunks pleaded, " she didn't mean it..."
"I DON'T CARE!" Vegeta yelled. "SHE IS GOING TO PAY--- "
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vegeta suddenly slumped to the floor, out cold.
Trunks let out a huge sigh of relief.
Goku gingerly stepped over Vegeta's unconscious form, holding what looked like Chi-chi's frying pan.
"Geez," he said sheepishly, "I'd never imagined I'd have to hit him that hard--- and with a frying pan nonetheless---but Vegeta really looked out of control."
He turned to gawk at Trunks. "Wow, Trunks. Have you been in the Room of Spirits and Time lately or something? You look... older."
"The Trunks that you know isn't me," Trunks answered. Before Goku could look even more confused, Trunks went on to explain his time-traveling plight.
"Oh," Goku said when he was finished. "That explains a lot."
"Let's get out of here before Dad wakes up," Trunks said.
"Agreed," said Marle. She looked at Goku. "Thanks for beating that big bully up, Mr... uhhhhh..."
"Goku," Goku supplied helpfully.
"... Goku." Marle looked back towards Trunks. "Well, now that we're all awake--- with the exception of Vegeta--- what do you want to do now...?"
* * * * * * * * * * *
"NO, WOMAN!!!" Vegeta yelled. "I am not going, and that is final!!!"
Bulma fumed. "Yes, you are."
"No, I am not!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
It was much later. Trunks, Goku, Crono, Marle, Lucca, Dalton, Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten (whom had inexplicably tagged along with his father Goku) had all
gathered in the living room. Vegeta had finally woken up, only to discover in dismay that Bulma was punishing him for trying to kill Marle--- by forcing him to escort
Lucca and Marle to the shopping mall, a place that neither girl had ever been to before (personally, Vegeta would have rather liked to see the place blown to bits).
Vegeta made one last vain attempt to get out of having to go to the mall. "Why should I take those human filth? Why not Kakarrot? He seems to like them enough."
Bulma looked thoughtful; for a hopeful moment it looked as if she would actually consider Vegeta's suggestion.
In a split second Vegeta's hope was forever silenced. "How about taking Goku with you as well?" Bulma replied evilly.
Damn! Vegeta thought, realizing his plan had backfired.
* * * * * * * *
"I'll get you for this," Vegeta grumbled to Marle as he reluctantly entered the mall.
The blond girl merely grinned goofily; coincidentally, she seemed to wear the exact same smile of Goku's that infuriated Vegeta so. He resisted the nearly overwhelming urge to destroy her, even though it might mean he'd end up looking like a Popsicle stick before the day was through. He hadn't forgotten the icicle incident, not by a long shot.
The purple-haired nerdy girl--- or The Bulma Clone as Vegeta simply referred her to; after all, Lucca and Bulma shared a great deal of each other, in looks, brains, and
annoyance--- gasped in awe at the sheer size of the mall's interior.
"This sure beats the Millennial Fair," The Bulma Clone muttered.
"What the hell is a Millennial Fair?" growled Vegeta.
"I know what that is," answered Goku proudly. "That's like a carnival that is celebrated at the turn of the century."
"How informative," Vegeta said sarcastically.
"Ooh!" Marle squealed like an excited schoolgirl whom had just gotten her first live glimpse of Justin Timberlake. "Let's go to THAT store!"
Vegeta looked over to where she was pointing.
"... a store for CLOTHES!? Oh well, let's get this over with..."
* * * * * * * * *
Back at Capsule Corp, Dalton was sulking.
"How did I get stuck baby-sitting?" he asked Trunks, who could not come up with a ready answer.
"Oh, look out, here they come," he said suddenly.
Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten came bounding into the room, along with Crono in tow, who didn't look as if he were enjoying himself anymore than Dalton.
"Stick 'em up, robber!" Chibi Trunks yelled, mimicking a gun from his fist, which he pointed at Dalton.
"I give up," Dalton said emotionessly.
"No, no!" Chibi Trunks said, exasperated. "That's not the way a robber supposed to act! He's supposed to fight back!"
He turned his glare to Crono. "Well!?"
Crono shot a look back that clearly said, "Well, what?"
"Aren't you gonna say anything?" Chibi Goten asked.
Crono shrugged.
"In case you didn't notice," Dalton said dryly, "Sword-boy over there is mute."
Chibi Goten stared. "Why?"
"Because he can't talk."
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't say anything."
"Why?"
"Because... will you just stop it with the damn questions, already!?"
Dalton turned to Crono. "Hey... why don't you talk?"
"Leave me alone," Crono snapped suddenly.
Dalton recoiled in horror, understanding in a flash why the spiky-haired teenager never spoke.
For all Crono's good looks, his voice was absolutely atrocious. The four reedy, croaky syllables he had uttered sounded as if they would fit more inside the throat of a
donkey with a head cold than that of a human kid.
"Ha, ha!" Chibi Goten laughed. "You sound funny!"
Dalton blinked several times before he dared to breathe again.
" Crono... don't ever do that again."
* * * * * * * * *
Inside The Limited Store, Vegeta was bored out of his mind.
Blondie and The Bulma Clone had been gushing over ridiculous outfits for hours. He didn't see the point in it. Even Kakarrot, with his terrible sense of fashion, had been
making small suggestions to the two girls on what to purchase.
It was at this point that Vegeta wondered how he was going to pay for the clothes.
Bulma hadn't given him any money.
"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" he cried out, full of bad spirits.
Unfortunately, as his bad spirits began to subside, so had a section of the clothes store.
"...Oops."
Goku looked around at the wreckage of the destroyed half of the store. "Tsk-tsk."
"Oh, well, " Marle said, still as annoyingly cheerful as ever. "That section of the store Vegeta blew up also happened to be where the cash register was." She held up
several pairs of jeans and waved them around gleefully. "Looks like all this stuff is free!"
Hmm, Vegeta thought. Maybe I should blow up things more often.
* * * * * * * * * *
The end of the day had finally come.
Bulma had perfected the time machine ("And without anyone's help!"), Dalton had managed to live through baby-sitting Chibi Trunks and Chibi Goten, Lucca and Marle
got as much stuff from the mall as they wanted without paying ( Vegeta totaled several stores by "accident"--- thus deciding that maybe Blondie and The Bulma Clone
weren't such arrogant bakas after all), and Trunks had basically wasted his day playing all of Chibi Trunks' video games.
"What are you gonna call your time machine?" Marle asked Bulma.
"Well..." Bulma looked flustered. "I guess I never thought of that."
"I know what to call it," Dalton said quickly. He made an exaggerated pose. "'Dalton's Imperial Throne'!"
Bulma laughed. "There is no way in hell I'm calling it that."
"It was worth a shot," Dalton grumbled.
"I know!" Lucca suddenly said with a rush of inspiration. "How about The..."
She launched into a long, scientific, unpronounceable name that soon left everyone snoring, save for Bulma and Trunks.
Bulma nodded politely when she was done.
"Let's just call it the Time-Hopper for short, OK?" she said sweetly.
"Sure!" said Lucca.
Trunks, Crono, Marle, Lucca, and Dalton all boarded the newly christened Time-Hopper.
"Right," said Trunks, "we're headed for The End of Time!"
"Heh, heh." Marle grinned. "Finally, I get my revenge on Gaspar..."
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: The next chapter of this fic will also be the last, so you'll get to see if Trunks gets back to his own time (*rolls eyes sarcastically* Gee, I wonder if that'll ever
happen!?), and if Trunks decides that he really does like Lucca and gets together with her(C'mon, they're both geniuses... they could belong together...).