[Disclaimer—I own it. I do, I swear! I also own Disney and Microsoft
and…::calms down enough to envision even ONE lawyer reading this
statement:: uhh, nevermind! I lied! I don't own anything…::sniff::..not
even Trunks……..::waaaaaah!::
{A/N}-Oh well, on with the story! R&R please!]
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Last Time:
Trunks:
"Ok, Trunks think. Here's the situation. You're stranded in the middle of nowhere, with a broken Time Machine that you don't know how to fix.
Goku:
Goku's train of thought was abruptly derailed as he sensed a fluctuating 'ki' nearby. It was strong. Extremely strong. It was also familiar, but Goku couldn't quite place it.
Vegeta & Bulma:
*Damn that woman, he thought with a snarl, this time she's not going to get away with it! I'm going to blast her into the next dimension!*
Vegeta stood stock still in the center of his gravity chamber. He could not move. The damned woman was messing with him, he knew it! There was no way that this could be another one of those oh-so-convenient bugs that had been plaguing the gravity chamber lately. Vegeta growled deep in his throat, and looked around for a way out of this mess.
Vegeta whirled around when he heard the sound of muffled laughter coming from the doorway.
Vegeta stood up in one swift, fluid motion. *Oh, yes. That onna's going to pay.*
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As Goku sped through the woods towards the source of the strange 'ki,' he heard muttered cursing in the distance.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid…" drifted out of the center of a grove of trees.
Goku paused for a moment, and then, recognizing the voice, smiled broadly.
"Hey, Trunks! What are you doing here," Goku exclaimed cheerily, smacking the young man on the back.
Trunks jumped four feet into the air, and turned with a 'ki' blast already charged to face the goofily grinning Goku.
Trunks immediately powered down when he recognized the man, and leaned against the tree with a small sigh. "Goku, it's you," he said, then took a double take, realizing this was exactly what he needed, "Goku, it's you!"
Goku scratched his head, "You already said that Trunks. So, what's up?"
"I need your help, Goku," Trunks said, "Can you tell me what year it is?"
"Sure Trunks, no problem, it's, ugh…it's…."Goku scratched his head, "Gee sorry Trunks, I guess I don't know either," Goku laughed and scratched his head once again.
As Trunks watched the scene unfold, a large white drop appeared and inched slowly down his head. Trunks had a thought. "Well Goku, how long has it been since I've been here then?"
"Oh, it's been a year since then, Trunks."
"Well, then why did you tell me that you didn't know what year it was?!"
"Well, I don't—I guess I didn't know what year it was last year either," Goku said with an embarrassed smile.
Trunks sighed. A year. That meant that he was stuck here in the most critical time in the development of his parents' relationship, and there was no one else on earth that had the technology necessary to help him fix the Time Machine except his mother. Crap.
Trunks turned around and began to bang his head on the tree again. I'm bang never bang going bang to bang be bang born bang………….
Goku looked on in astonishment as Trunks slammed his head into the tree once again, creating a dent the size of a dinner plate.
*Well, he thought to himself, at least he's nothing like his father!* If Vegeta had been this upset, he would have tried to dent Goku, rather than a tree.
Goku hesitantly approached the distraught boy and patted him on the shoulder. "It's alright Trunks, I didn't know what year it was either," he comforted.
Trunks quit abusing the tree and looked up at him in astonishment. Goku really was as thick as his mother had said. Trunks smiled slightly.
"Never mind Goku," Trunks said, still smiling, "I have something else I need your help with."
Goku scratched his head, looking at the grinning lavender-haired youth before him. "You need my help with what Trunks?"
Trunks' amusement at Goku's thick-headedness quickly faded. "Goku, my time machine is broken, and I need you to take me to Capsule Corp."
"Sure Trunks, not a problem. But don't you know how to get there yourself? I mean, you live there in the future, don't you?"
"Yes, but I need you to get Bulma to let me use her lab, and possibly stay there for awhile if I can't figure out what the problem is with my Time Machine." Trunks stared at his feet in embarrassment, "You see I never actually got around to asking my mom how the thing worked." His cheeks began to glow a rosy pink, "I never actually thought she'd get it working."
"Oh," Goku nodded his head in understanding, "I see Trunks. So you're afraid Bulma will be mad at you because you didn't think her machine would work. I understand. Bulma can get pretty scary when she's angry! But don't worry Trunks," Goku continued, "I don't think Bulma would hurt her own son."
Trunks stared at Goku, not sure whether to attempt an explanation, or resume beating his head against the tree.
Looking at the shattered shards of bark littering the forest floor, Trunks opted to try the explanation first. "Goku," Trunks explained slowly, "my mother does not know that I'm her son yet, remember? I still haven't even been conceived in this time. All she knows is that I'm some strange guy from the future. What do you think she'd do if I just showed up on her doorstep and asked to use her lab?"
Goku smiled, "Well, Bulma's really nice Trunks, I think she'd let you stay with her. After all, she lets Vegeta stay there, and he tried to destroy the planet!"
Trunks sighed, and thought of his mother. Goku was right. She would let him stay there. But she was also insanely curious, and a genius. Trunks put his hand up to scratch his head, and glanced at Goku, startled to see he was doing the same thing. An idea slowly began to take shape in Trunks' mind, and he smiled, a small, devious, mischievous little smirk that would have done his father, Vegeta, proud.
"Goku."
Goku looked up startled, to see Trunks smirking in his direction. "Yeah Trunks?"
"Just come with me, ok?"
"Sure Trunks," Goku smiled back, as they blast off into the air, and headed for Capsule Corporation.
***Well, what do you think??! What is Trunks' naughty plan, a plan that would make Vegeta proud? Review please!***
{A/N}-Oh well, on with the story! R&R please!]
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Last Time:
Trunks:
"Ok, Trunks think. Here's the situation. You're stranded in the middle of nowhere, with a broken Time Machine that you don't know how to fix.
Goku:
Goku's train of thought was abruptly derailed as he sensed a fluctuating 'ki' nearby. It was strong. Extremely strong. It was also familiar, but Goku couldn't quite place it.
Vegeta & Bulma:
*Damn that woman, he thought with a snarl, this time she's not going to get away with it! I'm going to blast her into the next dimension!*
Vegeta stood stock still in the center of his gravity chamber. He could not move. The damned woman was messing with him, he knew it! There was no way that this could be another one of those oh-so-convenient bugs that had been plaguing the gravity chamber lately. Vegeta growled deep in his throat, and looked around for a way out of this mess.
Vegeta whirled around when he heard the sound of muffled laughter coming from the doorway.
Vegeta stood up in one swift, fluid motion. *Oh, yes. That onna's going to pay.*
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As Goku sped through the woods towards the source of the strange 'ki,' he heard muttered cursing in the distance.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid…" drifted out of the center of a grove of trees.
Goku paused for a moment, and then, recognizing the voice, smiled broadly.
"Hey, Trunks! What are you doing here," Goku exclaimed cheerily, smacking the young man on the back.
Trunks jumped four feet into the air, and turned with a 'ki' blast already charged to face the goofily grinning Goku.
Trunks immediately powered down when he recognized the man, and leaned against the tree with a small sigh. "Goku, it's you," he said, then took a double take, realizing this was exactly what he needed, "Goku, it's you!"
Goku scratched his head, "You already said that Trunks. So, what's up?"
"I need your help, Goku," Trunks said, "Can you tell me what year it is?"
"Sure Trunks, no problem, it's, ugh…it's…."Goku scratched his head, "Gee sorry Trunks, I guess I don't know either," Goku laughed and scratched his head once again.
As Trunks watched the scene unfold, a large white drop appeared and inched slowly down his head. Trunks had a thought. "Well Goku, how long has it been since I've been here then?"
"Oh, it's been a year since then, Trunks."
"Well, then why did you tell me that you didn't know what year it was?!"
"Well, I don't—I guess I didn't know what year it was last year either," Goku said with an embarrassed smile.
Trunks sighed. A year. That meant that he was stuck here in the most critical time in the development of his parents' relationship, and there was no one else on earth that had the technology necessary to help him fix the Time Machine except his mother. Crap.
Trunks turned around and began to bang his head on the tree again. I'm bang never bang going bang to bang be bang born bang………….
Goku looked on in astonishment as Trunks slammed his head into the tree once again, creating a dent the size of a dinner plate.
*Well, he thought to himself, at least he's nothing like his father!* If Vegeta had been this upset, he would have tried to dent Goku, rather than a tree.
Goku hesitantly approached the distraught boy and patted him on the shoulder. "It's alright Trunks, I didn't know what year it was either," he comforted.
Trunks quit abusing the tree and looked up at him in astonishment. Goku really was as thick as his mother had said. Trunks smiled slightly.
"Never mind Goku," Trunks said, still smiling, "I have something else I need your help with."
Goku scratched his head, looking at the grinning lavender-haired youth before him. "You need my help with what Trunks?"
Trunks' amusement at Goku's thick-headedness quickly faded. "Goku, my time machine is broken, and I need you to take me to Capsule Corp."
"Sure Trunks, not a problem. But don't you know how to get there yourself? I mean, you live there in the future, don't you?"
"Yes, but I need you to get Bulma to let me use her lab, and possibly stay there for awhile if I can't figure out what the problem is with my Time Machine." Trunks stared at his feet in embarrassment, "You see I never actually got around to asking my mom how the thing worked." His cheeks began to glow a rosy pink, "I never actually thought she'd get it working."
"Oh," Goku nodded his head in understanding, "I see Trunks. So you're afraid Bulma will be mad at you because you didn't think her machine would work. I understand. Bulma can get pretty scary when she's angry! But don't worry Trunks," Goku continued, "I don't think Bulma would hurt her own son."
Trunks stared at Goku, not sure whether to attempt an explanation, or resume beating his head against the tree.
Looking at the shattered shards of bark littering the forest floor, Trunks opted to try the explanation first. "Goku," Trunks explained slowly, "my mother does not know that I'm her son yet, remember? I still haven't even been conceived in this time. All she knows is that I'm some strange guy from the future. What do you think she'd do if I just showed up on her doorstep and asked to use her lab?"
Goku smiled, "Well, Bulma's really nice Trunks, I think she'd let you stay with her. After all, she lets Vegeta stay there, and he tried to destroy the planet!"
Trunks sighed, and thought of his mother. Goku was right. She would let him stay there. But she was also insanely curious, and a genius. Trunks put his hand up to scratch his head, and glanced at Goku, startled to see he was doing the same thing. An idea slowly began to take shape in Trunks' mind, and he smiled, a small, devious, mischievous little smirk that would have done his father, Vegeta, proud.
"Goku."
Goku looked up startled, to see Trunks smirking in his direction. "Yeah Trunks?"
"Just come with me, ok?"
"Sure Trunks," Goku smiled back, as they blast off into the air, and headed for Capsule Corporation.
***Well, what do you think??! What is Trunks' naughty plan, a plan that would make Vegeta proud? Review please!***