Meow!
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Sorry this is late. I have a reason! I'm very busy in L.A. right now!!! So there! Anywayz, PRISSY-CHAN LOVES MATT-CHAN!!!!!!!!!!! I WON'T STOP CALLING YOU PRISSY-CHAN TIL YOU UPDATE DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANYONE WHO KNOWS MRCHEZZYSNICKERS OR HAS HER AS A CONTACT, CALL HER PRISSY- CHAN!! IT BUGS HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trunks (Trutru):21
Prince Trunks:21 Toran:21 Goten:20 Marron:20 Pan:19 Bra:19
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"...WELL!?!" Trunks shouted. "DON'T SHOUT AT YOUR MOTHER, TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma screamed. "Sorry." Trunks muttered. "The father is......" Bulma trailed off. "WHAT!?!" Trunks shouted. "TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Uh.. sorry mom...." Trunks said as he shut up. "The father is-" "BRAT!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DARE YOU THROW MY PRINCESS OUT THE WINDOW!?! YOU SHALL PAY!!!!!!!!!!!" Vegeta screamed as he put the shaking Bra down and started advancing towards Trunks. "HOLD IT!!!!!!!!! THE-" Bulma was cut off by Vegeta. "FINAL........F-" "THE FATHER OF PAN'S CHILD IS-" "WHO!?!" Vegeta stopped his attack and asked the exasperated Bulma. "Will you idiots just SHUT UP for a SECOND!?!" Bulma screeched. "FINE!!!!" Vegeta shouted. Trunks merely nodded his head. "Okay, the father of Pan's baby is........... well, let's start off with someone who isn't. Someone who isn't is Prince Trunks," Bulma said. "WHAT!?!" Prince Trunks hollered as he went over to the test results. "HEY!! NO LOOKING!!!!!!!!" Bulma shouted. "THE TEST HAS TO BE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted, not believing. "I assure you.. MY INVENTIONS ARE VERY ACCURATE!!!! MORE ACCURATE THAN ACCURATE!! IN FACT, SO ACCURATE THAT IT BLOWS OFF ACCURATE AND GOES FOR EXCEL!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU SAYING THAT I, BULMA BRIEFS THE GENIUS, AM WRONG!?!" Bulma shrieked. "YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks yelled. "......." A vein popped. "WELL!! FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANT DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma yelled, stomping off with the results.
"BULMA!!! WHO IS THE FATHER!?!" Gohan yelled, going berserk. "FORGET IT!!!!! IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW, THEN WE DON'T HAFTA KNOW!!!!" Bulma yelled, pointing at Prince Trunks. "Hmph. something must be screwed up with that machine." Prince Trunks said as he walked away. "PRINCE TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!" Pan shouted. "What?" Prince Trunks asked, sullenly. "Please please PLEASE go apologize to Bulma," Pan said. "WHY SHOULD I!?!" Prince Trunks. "I WANNA KNOW WHO THE FATHER OF MY BABY IS AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME, BUT YOU CAN, SO I'LL ASK ONCE MORE!!!!!! WILL YOU JUST GO AND APOLOGIZE TO BULMA SO SHE'LL TELL ME WHO THE FATHER IS!?!" Pan screamed. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted. "Okay... you've left me no choice but to bring out the heavy artillery..." Pan murmured. "*sigh* Pwease Pwince Twunks? You wouldn't want me to be unhappy fowever, would you? *sniff**sniff**sniff*.." Pan asked with her best puppy-dog eyes. Big and innocent with the lower lip quivering. Her hands were clasped in front of her, begging. "THAT ISN'T FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted, trying to avoid her. "PWEASE!?!" Pan asked as she went around so he was facing her. "ARGH!!!! FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted as he got up unwillingly. "YAY!! GO GO GO!!!!!!!!!" Pan screamed, pushing him all the way to Bulma's lab. While Prince Trunks was inside talking to Bulma, Pan was scratching her head.
".." ".." Trunks was staring at Toran. Toran was staring back. Silence. "Uh.... what are you guys doing?" Pan asked as she sweat dropped. ".." ".." was her answer. "... Guys?" Pan asked. ".." ".." "....GUYS!?!" Pan shouted. "..." "..." "... Fine, I'm leaving," Pan said with half-lidded eyes. "Men." Pan muttered as she put a hand on her stomach and exited. ".." ".." "...Shut up," Trunks said. "...I didn't say anything," Toran murmured. "....You were breathing too loud." "....No, I wasn't," Toran said. "...." "..." They stared.. and stared... and stared... and- "*gurgle*..We'll continue this discussion after I eat," Trunks said. ".....I'm a bit hungry myself," Toran said as he got up, too and went into the kitchen. They both reached for the can of coke. "IT'S MINE!!" Trunks shouted. "I DON'T SEE YOUR NAME ON IT!!!!" Toran yelled back. "IT'S RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!" Trunks pointed out. "IT SAYS THIS PRODUCT WAS MADE AT C.C. BY MR. BRIEFS!!!" Toran shouted. "EXACTLY!!!" "I AM ALSO MR. BRIEFS!!!" Toran said. "LOOK!!! THIS SODA IS MINE ALONG WITH PAN AND MY BABY!!!!!!!!!! SO SHOO!!! WE DON'T NEED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks said, glaring at Toran. "YOU'RE WRONG!! THE BABY IS MINE AND SO IS PAN AND SO IS THIS SODA!!!!!!!" Toran shouted as he held up the can. "*sniff**sniff* Thank you," Bra said as she opened the soda and gulped it down. "...BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MY SODA!!!!!! YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!!!!!" "NO, IT WAS MINE!!!!!!!!" both Trunks and Toran shouted.
"*sniff**sniff* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADDY IS GONNA KILL GOTEN JUST BECAUSE HE THINKS GOTEN GOT ME PREGNANT AND I FIND OUT THAT MY BEST FRIEND IS PREGNANT BECAUSE OF ONE OF TWO OF MY DUMB ASS BROTHERS AND YOU THREW ME OUT THE WINDOW WHEN I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE DADDY OR GET KILLED AND I WAS SCARED AND-" "Uh.. no, no. it's YOUR soda, Bra. Drink!!" Trunks and Toran said, sweat dropping. "AND YOU ORDER ME AROUND!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bra cried. "THAT'S IT!! WHO MADE MY PRINCESS CRY!?!" Vegeta shouted. "*gulp*" "*gulp*".
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"REALLY!?!" Bulma shouted as she heard Prince Trunks apologize to her. "Bulma?" Pan asked as she came in, ignoring the racket in the background as she closed the soundproof doors to the lab. "Well, let's go up and tell everyone before Vegeta kills Trunks and Toran. 'Then, he'd be doing me a favor.' Prince Trunks. 'Wait....great idea...' Prince Trunks thought as he snuck off. Pan and Bulma proceeded up into the kitchen where Vegeta was strangling both Trunks and Toran by the neck. "EVERYBODY!!! THE RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma shouted. "The father is...TRUNKS!!" Bulma shouted as she took out the papers. "HA!!!! SEE!?! MINE!!!!!!!!!" Trunks shouted as he went towards Pan. Toran looked down, walking away. "Trunks," Pan said as she glared at him. "Sorry!" Trunks said as he went to his room, taking her along with him. Pan shot a sorry look at Toran. 'I wonder where Prince Trunks is.' Pan thought. Trunks went over to the mini fridge in his room and took out a Sprite. "Want something?" Trunks asked. "No," Pan said as she sat on the bed. Opening the can, Trunks drank it down. ".Ugh.. I feel. weird.." Trunks said as he sank down into his knees. "TRUNKS!!" Pan shouted. "Meow!" 'Oh god...'
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Toran was fast asleep as someone crawled into the room. 'I have father to thank for this technique,' Prince Trunks thought as he....
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MEOW!?! WHAT!?! Well, while Pan's dealing with her problems, what's happening with Toran??? Find out in the next chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to Graybird, Chibi Pan, BCK, juunanagous-girl13, Kitar, Trunk's Panny-Chan, LoNeLy*PaN*, and mrchezzysnickers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn Prissy-chan.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DB/Z/GT!!! Please leave me alone to sulk.
Sorry this is late. I have a reason! I'm very busy in L.A. right now!!! So there! Anywayz, PRISSY-CHAN LOVES MATT-CHAN!!!!!!!!!!! I WON'T STOP CALLING YOU PRISSY-CHAN TIL YOU UPDATE DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANYONE WHO KNOWS MRCHEZZYSNICKERS OR HAS HER AS A CONTACT, CALL HER PRISSY- CHAN!! IT BUGS HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trunks (Trutru):21
Prince Trunks:21 Toran:21 Goten:20 Marron:20 Pan:19 Bra:19
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"...WELL!?!" Trunks shouted. "DON'T SHOUT AT YOUR MOTHER, TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma screamed. "Sorry." Trunks muttered. "The father is......" Bulma trailed off. "WHAT!?!" Trunks shouted. "TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Uh.. sorry mom...." Trunks said as he shut up. "The father is-" "BRAT!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DARE YOU THROW MY PRINCESS OUT THE WINDOW!?! YOU SHALL PAY!!!!!!!!!!!" Vegeta screamed as he put the shaking Bra down and started advancing towards Trunks. "HOLD IT!!!!!!!!! THE-" Bulma was cut off by Vegeta. "FINAL........F-" "THE FATHER OF PAN'S CHILD IS-" "WHO!?!" Vegeta stopped his attack and asked the exasperated Bulma. "Will you idiots just SHUT UP for a SECOND!?!" Bulma screeched. "FINE!!!!" Vegeta shouted. Trunks merely nodded his head. "Okay, the father of Pan's baby is........... well, let's start off with someone who isn't. Someone who isn't is Prince Trunks," Bulma said. "WHAT!?!" Prince Trunks hollered as he went over to the test results. "HEY!! NO LOOKING!!!!!!!!" Bulma shouted. "THE TEST HAS TO BE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted, not believing. "I assure you.. MY INVENTIONS ARE VERY ACCURATE!!!! MORE ACCURATE THAN ACCURATE!! IN FACT, SO ACCURATE THAT IT BLOWS OFF ACCURATE AND GOES FOR EXCEL!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU SAYING THAT I, BULMA BRIEFS THE GENIUS, AM WRONG!?!" Bulma shrieked. "YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks yelled. "......." A vein popped. "WELL!! FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANT DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma yelled, stomping off with the results.
"BULMA!!! WHO IS THE FATHER!?!" Gohan yelled, going berserk. "FORGET IT!!!!! IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW, THEN WE DON'T HAFTA KNOW!!!!" Bulma yelled, pointing at Prince Trunks. "Hmph. something must be screwed up with that machine." Prince Trunks said as he walked away. "PRINCE TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!" Pan shouted. "What?" Prince Trunks asked, sullenly. "Please please PLEASE go apologize to Bulma," Pan said. "WHY SHOULD I!?!" Prince Trunks. "I WANNA KNOW WHO THE FATHER OF MY BABY IS AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME, BUT YOU CAN, SO I'LL ASK ONCE MORE!!!!!! WILL YOU JUST GO AND APOLOGIZE TO BULMA SO SHE'LL TELL ME WHO THE FATHER IS!?!" Pan screamed. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted. "Okay... you've left me no choice but to bring out the heavy artillery..." Pan murmured. "*sigh* Pwease Pwince Twunks? You wouldn't want me to be unhappy fowever, would you? *sniff**sniff**sniff*.." Pan asked with her best puppy-dog eyes. Big and innocent with the lower lip quivering. Her hands were clasped in front of her, begging. "THAT ISN'T FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted, trying to avoid her. "PWEASE!?!" Pan asked as she went around so he was facing her. "ARGH!!!! FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Prince Trunks shouted as he got up unwillingly. "YAY!! GO GO GO!!!!!!!!!" Pan screamed, pushing him all the way to Bulma's lab. While Prince Trunks was inside talking to Bulma, Pan was scratching her head.
".." ".." Trunks was staring at Toran. Toran was staring back. Silence. "Uh.... what are you guys doing?" Pan asked as she sweat dropped. ".." ".." was her answer. "... Guys?" Pan asked. ".." ".." "....GUYS!?!" Pan shouted. "..." "..." "... Fine, I'm leaving," Pan said with half-lidded eyes. "Men." Pan muttered as she put a hand on her stomach and exited. ".." ".." "...Shut up," Trunks said. "...I didn't say anything," Toran murmured. "....You were breathing too loud." "....No, I wasn't," Toran said. "...." "..." They stared.. and stared... and stared... and- "*gurgle*..We'll continue this discussion after I eat," Trunks said. ".....I'm a bit hungry myself," Toran said as he got up, too and went into the kitchen. They both reached for the can of coke. "IT'S MINE!!" Trunks shouted. "I DON'T SEE YOUR NAME ON IT!!!!" Toran yelled back. "IT'S RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!" Trunks pointed out. "IT SAYS THIS PRODUCT WAS MADE AT C.C. BY MR. BRIEFS!!!" Toran shouted. "EXACTLY!!!" "I AM ALSO MR. BRIEFS!!!" Toran said. "LOOK!!! THIS SODA IS MINE ALONG WITH PAN AND MY BABY!!!!!!!!!! SO SHOO!!! WE DON'T NEED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks said, glaring at Toran. "YOU'RE WRONG!! THE BABY IS MINE AND SO IS PAN AND SO IS THIS SODA!!!!!!!" Toran shouted as he held up the can. "*sniff**sniff* Thank you," Bra said as she opened the soda and gulped it down. "...BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MY SODA!!!!!! YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!!!!!" "NO, IT WAS MINE!!!!!!!!" both Trunks and Toran shouted.
"*sniff**sniff* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADDY IS GONNA KILL GOTEN JUST BECAUSE HE THINKS GOTEN GOT ME PREGNANT AND I FIND OUT THAT MY BEST FRIEND IS PREGNANT BECAUSE OF ONE OF TWO OF MY DUMB ASS BROTHERS AND YOU THREW ME OUT THE WINDOW WHEN I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE DADDY OR GET KILLED AND I WAS SCARED AND-" "Uh.. no, no. it's YOUR soda, Bra. Drink!!" Trunks and Toran said, sweat dropping. "AND YOU ORDER ME AROUND!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bra cried. "THAT'S IT!! WHO MADE MY PRINCESS CRY!?!" Vegeta shouted. "*gulp*" "*gulp*".
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"REALLY!?!" Bulma shouted as she heard Prince Trunks apologize to her. "Bulma?" Pan asked as she came in, ignoring the racket in the background as she closed the soundproof doors to the lab. "Well, let's go up and tell everyone before Vegeta kills Trunks and Toran. 'Then, he'd be doing me a favor.' Prince Trunks. 'Wait....great idea...' Prince Trunks thought as he snuck off. Pan and Bulma proceeded up into the kitchen where Vegeta was strangling both Trunks and Toran by the neck. "EVERYBODY!!! THE RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma shouted. "The father is...TRUNKS!!" Bulma shouted as she took out the papers. "HA!!!! SEE!?! MINE!!!!!!!!!" Trunks shouted as he went towards Pan. Toran looked down, walking away. "Trunks," Pan said as she glared at him. "Sorry!" Trunks said as he went to his room, taking her along with him. Pan shot a sorry look at Toran. 'I wonder where Prince Trunks is.' Pan thought. Trunks went over to the mini fridge in his room and took out a Sprite. "Want something?" Trunks asked. "No," Pan said as she sat on the bed. Opening the can, Trunks drank it down. ".Ugh.. I feel. weird.." Trunks said as he sank down into his knees. "TRUNKS!!" Pan shouted. "Meow!" 'Oh god...'
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Toran was fast asleep as someone crawled into the room. 'I have father to thank for this technique,' Prince Trunks thought as he....
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MEOW!?! WHAT!?! Well, while Pan's dealing with her problems, what's happening with Toran??? Find out in the next chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to Graybird, Chibi Pan, BCK, juunanagous-girl13, Kitar, Trunk's Panny-Chan, LoNeLy*PaN*, and mrchezzysnickers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn Prissy-chan.