FOURTH Chapter! Wooooo!
Trunks sat on his bed with everything from Cloud Nine still in the bags. Callisto's words rang in his head, 'Your moves are old and boring.'
"I guess I need the books more than I thought," said Trunks. And he decided to read them cover-to-cover that night.
So he did and it took him all night, which means he didn't sleep at all…
Which is fantabulous for me, because tired people do/say stupid things (insert maniacal laughter)
Trunks decided to get some breakfast. It was 7am. People eat breakfast at 7am. Well, crazy people who get up that early might. Anyway! Before Trunks left his room, he took out the red bikini underwear and put them on his head. His lavender hair stuck out, and straight up, and other weird angles where the elastic string pulled at it. Veeerry sexy.
He pulled on a pair of jeans. No shirt swoon. He also opened the edible body paint and drew lines on his cheeks, circles around his eyes and mouth, and polka dots on his forehead. Again, tre sexy.
He walked into the kitchen in a daze and shirtless swoon, again. Bulma was still reading the magazine. It was almost as bad as Master Roshi… but not really because Bulma isn't a dirty, horny, old man.
Without looking up, she said, "Dinner's at 7, sweetie."
"It's 7 o'clock now, Mom. I want food."
"Oh! In that case, please do me a favor and mix on the turners."
And Trunks did. Except the 'turner' was a blowtorch and instead of 'mixing' it, he lit it.
"Now what, Mom?"
"Bubble the bowls, please."
So Trunks got out the bowls (no really, they were bowls), but he didn't bubble them. Everyone KNOWS that you don't bubble bowls. Bubbling is only for dinner plates. Trunks melted them instead. Then he turned the torch off and scooped the hot liquid plastic into his mouth. Mmmm… taste the burning.
Enough with food. Trunks wasn't hungry anymore. He put on his leather jacket and Kleenex-box shoes, still sporting the red bikini "hat," and flew off to a street corner.
Except it wasn't a street corner, it was the front steps of Bra's Junior High School. The one that Vegeta brought her to everyday.
Dum-dum-dum!
So Trunks sat and waited for hot chicks to try and pick him up. He sat there an hour and a half and then people started arriving for school. Most children just cried when they walked past him.
Then the inevitable happened…
Trunks fell asleep!! Gasp! Well, he was bored and exhausted. But he only managed to sleep for 5 minutes because then Vegeta showed up with Bra.
Vegeta saw his mess-of-a-son asleep on the school steps and sent Bra inside.
"Wake up, brat!" Trunks didn't even stir.
Vegeta leaned in to Trunks' ear and yelled, "I said WAKE UP!"
Still nothing, so Vegeta kicked Trunks in the head. Trunks startled awake and was quite confused. After all, he had been waiting for sexy women to hire him, and all he saw was Vegeta standing over him.
"Dad? Uhh, sorry. I'm *not* going to sleep with you."
Vegeta's upper lip twitched. Then he grabbed Trunks by the hair and dragged him 100 feet into the air.
Trunks was rubbing his head as Vegeta spoke, "That baka woman may have lost her mind, but don't think that *I* don't know what you're doing."
Goten had predicted this and Trunks had just laughed it off. But now he was *in* the situation and Trunks was petrified. He tried not to show his fear.
Vegeta continued, "I know you're afraid." He smirked, "Don't be."
The malevolent smirk intensified Trunks' fear and he started crying. He flew to his father's feet and hugged his legs.
In between hysterical sobs, Trunks said, "Don't kill me, Dad! I didn't want to go behind your back. I just wanted to make some money and… and…" At this point, Trunks was too consumed by his hysteria to speak. The tears ran down his cheeks and the body paint ran together.
Vegeta pulled Trunks from his legs and aggressively tried to wipe the paint off his face, "You have 5 seconds to shut up and stop crying before my fist goes through your chest." Trunks sniffed and choked his sobs. "Good boy. Now I'm going to have to tell the woman about this-"
"No! You can't tell Mom!"
"Unless you give me half the money you make."
Trunks was slightly disgusted, "You want to be my pimp?"
"Whatever you call it - I just want half the money."
Trunks was still giving Vegeta sideways looks, "All right. I guess I don't have a choice."
"Excellent. Now get to work."
"Fine."
Trunks started to descend toward the school again, but Vegeta grabbed him by the collar.
"Idiot! You can't pick up women outside a Junior High School!"
"What do you know about picking up women, Dad?"
"More than you, brat. Now shut up and come with me."
"But Dad-" Trunks began in protest. But it didn't matter because Vegeta was dragging him downtown.
They landed on the corner in front of Cloud Nine, but Trunks didn't recognize it. Maybe he was thinking about sex. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Or maybe Vegeta was right and Trunks really is just an idiot.
Anyway…
"Dad, where are we?"
Vegeta was scanning the streets, "Sh! Don't speak! Ever. You'll frighten the women. Or make them laugh at you uncontrollably. Either way, it's bad. I need this money, boy. My acquisition of socks is imperative to the mission."
Trunks backed away from Vegeta, "Dad, you're scaring me."
"Hey! What did I tell you about talking?!"
Trunks grumbled at sat down on the curb. He set his head in his hands and immediately fell asleep. But Trunks was soon awakened by Vegeta's voice. Trunks didn't open his eyes, but he still listened.
"Woman! Come here! Yes you! Walk over here now! Good… now what do you think of this boy? Get up, boy. On your feet!"
Vegeta kicked Trunks in the ribs until he stood, looking exhausted with red paint smeared all over his face.
Vegeta continued speaking to the prospective customer, "How much would you pay to sleep with this boy?"
"He looks a bit young for my taste, sir. But the again… I don't know if I can pass him up and still sleep at night. What's his name?" There was something about this woman's voice that seemed not quite right to Trunks, but his brain was still too fuzzy to function clearly.
"His name is Trunks and he's the hottest piece of ass you'll find on this side of town."
A/N: Ew, I can't believe I just wrote that
Okay, now THAT definitely did not sound right, even to Trunks' muddled head. Trunks opened his eyes and managed to focus them on his father. Then he looked at the person standing next to him. His eyes grew wide with horror.
She spoke, "Amen to that brother. I haven't paid for a decent lay in months. All right, I'll give you $300 for 2 hours. And maybe a tip… if he earns it." Her laughter clinched it.
Trunks exploded, "Da-ad! She's a drag queen!"
Vegeta didn't even look at Trunks. "And what's the problem?"
"That's a man dressed as a woman!" Vegeta looked at Trunks and raised an eyebrow. Trunks continued, "I don't swing that way, Dad! No offense to you ma'am, uh, sir. Or… ma'am? Uhh…" Trunks stared at her, confusedly. She winked at him and Trunks just scratched his head.
Vegeta pointed to her, "Trunks! You will spend two hours with this person and you will do whatever they tell you to do! Then you'll meet me back here with the money."
"But Da-ad!" Trunks pleaded.
Vegeta sneered, "And you better have the money."
Trunks scuffed his feet on the sidewalk. The drag queen took Trunks by the arm and led him down the road.
"C'mon stud muffin. I'm gonna make a man of you."
A whimper echoed down the empty streets.
A/N: Hee hee hee. This is the first post of my return! I have a lot written… though most of it isn't for this story. But I think this is a good start. Weeeeee! More Mary Sue action in the next chapter… I think. Maybe. In the meantime, protest the socks! Yay! Hahahahahaha.
Trunks sat on his bed with everything from Cloud Nine still in the bags. Callisto's words rang in his head, 'Your moves are old and boring.'
"I guess I need the books more than I thought," said Trunks. And he decided to read them cover-to-cover that night.
So he did and it took him all night, which means he didn't sleep at all…
Which is fantabulous for me, because tired people do/say stupid things (insert maniacal laughter)
Trunks decided to get some breakfast. It was 7am. People eat breakfast at 7am. Well, crazy people who get up that early might. Anyway! Before Trunks left his room, he took out the red bikini underwear and put them on his head. His lavender hair stuck out, and straight up, and other weird angles where the elastic string pulled at it. Veeerry sexy.
He pulled on a pair of jeans. No shirt swoon. He also opened the edible body paint and drew lines on his cheeks, circles around his eyes and mouth, and polka dots on his forehead. Again, tre sexy.
He walked into the kitchen in a daze and shirtless swoon, again. Bulma was still reading the magazine. It was almost as bad as Master Roshi… but not really because Bulma isn't a dirty, horny, old man.
Without looking up, she said, "Dinner's at 7, sweetie."
"It's 7 o'clock now, Mom. I want food."
"Oh! In that case, please do me a favor and mix on the turners."
And Trunks did. Except the 'turner' was a blowtorch and instead of 'mixing' it, he lit it.
"Now what, Mom?"
"Bubble the bowls, please."
So Trunks got out the bowls (no really, they were bowls), but he didn't bubble them. Everyone KNOWS that you don't bubble bowls. Bubbling is only for dinner plates. Trunks melted them instead. Then he turned the torch off and scooped the hot liquid plastic into his mouth. Mmmm… taste the burning.
Enough with food. Trunks wasn't hungry anymore. He put on his leather jacket and Kleenex-box shoes, still sporting the red bikini "hat," and flew off to a street corner.
Except it wasn't a street corner, it was the front steps of Bra's Junior High School. The one that Vegeta brought her to everyday.
Dum-dum-dum!
So Trunks sat and waited for hot chicks to try and pick him up. He sat there an hour and a half and then people started arriving for school. Most children just cried when they walked past him.
Then the inevitable happened…
Trunks fell asleep!! Gasp! Well, he was bored and exhausted. But he only managed to sleep for 5 minutes because then Vegeta showed up with Bra.
Vegeta saw his mess-of-a-son asleep on the school steps and sent Bra inside.
"Wake up, brat!" Trunks didn't even stir.
Vegeta leaned in to Trunks' ear and yelled, "I said WAKE UP!"
Still nothing, so Vegeta kicked Trunks in the head. Trunks startled awake and was quite confused. After all, he had been waiting for sexy women to hire him, and all he saw was Vegeta standing over him.
"Dad? Uhh, sorry. I'm *not* going to sleep with you."
Vegeta's upper lip twitched. Then he grabbed Trunks by the hair and dragged him 100 feet into the air.
Trunks was rubbing his head as Vegeta spoke, "That baka woman may have lost her mind, but don't think that *I* don't know what you're doing."
Goten had predicted this and Trunks had just laughed it off. But now he was *in* the situation and Trunks was petrified. He tried not to show his fear.
Vegeta continued, "I know you're afraid." He smirked, "Don't be."
The malevolent smirk intensified Trunks' fear and he started crying. He flew to his father's feet and hugged his legs.
In between hysterical sobs, Trunks said, "Don't kill me, Dad! I didn't want to go behind your back. I just wanted to make some money and… and…" At this point, Trunks was too consumed by his hysteria to speak. The tears ran down his cheeks and the body paint ran together.
Vegeta pulled Trunks from his legs and aggressively tried to wipe the paint off his face, "You have 5 seconds to shut up and stop crying before my fist goes through your chest." Trunks sniffed and choked his sobs. "Good boy. Now I'm going to have to tell the woman about this-"
"No! You can't tell Mom!"
"Unless you give me half the money you make."
Trunks was slightly disgusted, "You want to be my pimp?"
"Whatever you call it - I just want half the money."
Trunks was still giving Vegeta sideways looks, "All right. I guess I don't have a choice."
"Excellent. Now get to work."
"Fine."
Trunks started to descend toward the school again, but Vegeta grabbed him by the collar.
"Idiot! You can't pick up women outside a Junior High School!"
"What do you know about picking up women, Dad?"
"More than you, brat. Now shut up and come with me."
"But Dad-" Trunks began in protest. But it didn't matter because Vegeta was dragging him downtown.
They landed on the corner in front of Cloud Nine, but Trunks didn't recognize it. Maybe he was thinking about sex. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Or maybe Vegeta was right and Trunks really is just an idiot.
Anyway…
"Dad, where are we?"
Vegeta was scanning the streets, "Sh! Don't speak! Ever. You'll frighten the women. Or make them laugh at you uncontrollably. Either way, it's bad. I need this money, boy. My acquisition of socks is imperative to the mission."
Trunks backed away from Vegeta, "Dad, you're scaring me."
"Hey! What did I tell you about talking?!"
Trunks grumbled at sat down on the curb. He set his head in his hands and immediately fell asleep. But Trunks was soon awakened by Vegeta's voice. Trunks didn't open his eyes, but he still listened.
"Woman! Come here! Yes you! Walk over here now! Good… now what do you think of this boy? Get up, boy. On your feet!"
Vegeta kicked Trunks in the ribs until he stood, looking exhausted with red paint smeared all over his face.
Vegeta continued speaking to the prospective customer, "How much would you pay to sleep with this boy?"
"He looks a bit young for my taste, sir. But the again… I don't know if I can pass him up and still sleep at night. What's his name?" There was something about this woman's voice that seemed not quite right to Trunks, but his brain was still too fuzzy to function clearly.
"His name is Trunks and he's the hottest piece of ass you'll find on this side of town."
A/N: Ew, I can't believe I just wrote that
Okay, now THAT definitely did not sound right, even to Trunks' muddled head. Trunks opened his eyes and managed to focus them on his father. Then he looked at the person standing next to him. His eyes grew wide with horror.
She spoke, "Amen to that brother. I haven't paid for a decent lay in months. All right, I'll give you $300 for 2 hours. And maybe a tip… if he earns it." Her laughter clinched it.
Trunks exploded, "Da-ad! She's a drag queen!"
Vegeta didn't even look at Trunks. "And what's the problem?"
"That's a man dressed as a woman!" Vegeta looked at Trunks and raised an eyebrow. Trunks continued, "I don't swing that way, Dad! No offense to you ma'am, uh, sir. Or… ma'am? Uhh…" Trunks stared at her, confusedly. She winked at him and Trunks just scratched his head.
Vegeta pointed to her, "Trunks! You will spend two hours with this person and you will do whatever they tell you to do! Then you'll meet me back here with the money."
"But Da-ad!" Trunks pleaded.
Vegeta sneered, "And you better have the money."
Trunks scuffed his feet on the sidewalk. The drag queen took Trunks by the arm and led him down the road.
"C'mon stud muffin. I'm gonna make a man of you."
A whimper echoed down the empty streets.
A/N: Hee hee hee. This is the first post of my return! I have a lot written… though most of it isn't for this story. But I think this is a good start. Weeeeee! More Mary Sue action in the next chapter… I think. Maybe. In the meantime, protest the socks! Yay! Hahahahahaha.