TRUNKS GETS EVEN II: VEGETA BURITO
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters, or the show, just these stories, and the ideas put into them.
Warning: Trunks may be a little OCC in these because I personally don't think he's really all THAT mischivous. He's just an arrogant little kid, that's all. And I doubt he would necessarily do the things I might just write him doing. Who knows though...I haven't written this chapter yet. But this warning goes from here on out, in case I write more in this series. (which I probably will from time to time)
Trunks quickly wiped the tear from his eye as he plopped down on his bed, the world's largest scowl across his face. He wished his father would just explode into a million pieces. Life would be much easier without him always getting in the way. This was the the eighth time in the last two days that his father had told him to stay out of the gravity room just because he though he was too weak to handle what Vegeta was doing in there.
His father was monopolizing the room and he wouldn't let his son in there at all. And yet, Trunks was still supposed to train on his own. Today he hadn't because he'd decided there wasn't any point and then he'd gotten in trouble for it. When he began arguing with Vegeta about it, he'd been given the glare of death and sent to his room with no dinner for the rest of the night. He was lucky he hadn't gotten worse, but still this was completely unfair.
After an hour of sulking, Trunks decided to spend the time in his room constructively. He was going to get his father back for these two days and it would take some thought and planning to do so without being caught. Taking the avenue of his mother was out, but there was still the possibility that he could use her as a scape-goat. Laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, Trunks began the process of scheming.
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"Hey Mom, whatcha making today?" Trunks peered around the lab, looking at the various inventions.
"It's an improved moter bike," Bulma answered absently.
"What does this do?" Trunks picked up a small container with red liquid inside.
"That's a chemical that coats space capsules to protect them from the cold when they travel."
"Oh," Trunks put it back. He would have no use for it. He putzed around a little more and pulled out another bottle of liquid. This time a brown color. It looked like syrup.
"Oh, that doesn't work right. It was supposed to enhance the abilities of the taste buds, but it just turns people into food items. The effects only last half an hour, thank goodness.
A smirk formed on Trunks' small face. THIS would be perfect! But, how to do it without being caught was going to be a trick.
"How about this?" Trunks picked up a capsule. He intended on using the syrup, but he didn't want his Mom to get suspicious.
"Honey, I'm really busy right now. Maybe you could go watch some TV? Or eat some breakfast. It's already on the table."
"Ok," Trunks hid the liquid in his pocket and sauntered out of the room non-chalant-like.
He looked around the kitchen to be sure his father wasn't there, then he took the syrup out of the refridgerator and examined it. The bottle it was in wasn't really that unlike the one with the syrum. He grinned, emptying the syrum onto his father's pancakes, then refilling the bottle with maple syrup. He would sneak it back down to the lab a little later when his mother took a break and he wouldn't be seen.
Quickly he took his seat at the table and piled his plate full of food, careful not to touch the pancakes. Just as he'd anticipated, Vegeta walked into the room a few minutes later and sat down in his usual place, immediately digging into his food.
"I want you to spend two hours extra training today, Trunks. Do you hear me?" Vegeta glared shortly at his son.
Trunks frowned and nodded. He was irritated by the request, but waiting in expectation as his father chowed down on the pancakes. It was all he could do to keep from smiling. He'd grown to be quite a good actor in these situations, and yet still draw the same amount of delight from them.
Vegeta shook his head, sudden;y feeling a little bit queesy. Then he let out a loud burp and all of a sudden it was as if he'd somehow shrunk.
Trunks eyes widened as his father seemed to vanish. He stood up and looked over the table. Sitting in the middle of his father's chair was a large burrito with two black eyes and something similar to eyebrows, formed in QUITE the glare. Trunks' bit his lip to keep from laughing right then and there as he stared with feined surprise.
"Dad?" he tried HARD to sound shocked.
The burrito's "eyebrows" twitched.
"Is that YOU?!" Trunks lifted the burrito and set it on the table, loking toward the door as the bell went off. "Hold On, I better get that..."
"Is that Goku?" Bulma called.
"I haven't answered it yet!" Trunks answered, turning the doorknob. "Yeah, it's him!"
"Hey Trunks," Goku greated the eight year old.
"Tell him to go ahead and help himself to breakfast. I'm not quite ready for him yet. Oh Trunks...has your father eaten yet?"
"Yes!" Trunks face twitched as he forced himself not to even smirk. "I guess Mom wants you to just eat breakfast while you wait," he looked to Goku.
"Oh, ok," Goku smiled, heading for the kitchen.
Trunks retreated to his room. He fell onto his bed, unable to hold his laughter for another second. Tears streamed down his beat red face he was laughing so hard.
"Wow, look at all this food!" Goku exclaimed.
The burrito's eyes widened in horror as his enemy entered the room.
"Oh wow! Buritos for breakfast, cool!" Goku immediately picked Vegeta up, opening his mouth wide.
"Kakarot! Don't you dare!"
Goku's eyes widened as he looked around. "Vegeta?"
"Yes, you idiot!"
A look of puzzlement came over Goku. "Where are you?"
"In your hands, you moron!" Goku looked down at the burrito he was holding. Suddenly it occured to him the thing had eyes...Vegeta's eyes! "Now put me down! And get Bulma!"
"Oh...uh...Vegeta? ...Did you know you're a burrito?" Goku asked.
"YES, YOU BRAINLESS CLOWN! GET BULMA!"
Goku jumped, startled, and shot off to find Bulma, who was, of course, still working in her lab. "Hey, Bulma...uh...Vegeta's a burrito."
"Huh?" Bulma looked up. "What did you say?"
"Vegeta is a burrito!" Goku repeated, eyebrows raised. "He told me to get you."
"He's a burrito?!" Bulma taken completely off-guard.
"Yes!"
"What the...?" she glanced over at the counter and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Ok, but I don't think he'll be too happy about it."
"He's going to be a burrito for the next half hour, but it'll wear off after that. Tell him that and I'll be there in a second," Bulma exited the room, heading up the stairs.
Trunks looked up as his mother entered his room. She had a glare on her face. "Hi, Mom. I already ate," he tried to sound innocent.
She sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him. "So...anything interesting happen at breakfast?"
"Well..."
"Do you need some help?"
Trunks looked at her curiously.
Bulma watched him for a few seconds. "Like maybe...your father turning into a burrito?"
"How'd you know?!" Trunks feigned, wide-eyed.
"That's enough of that, young man. I KNOW what you did," she raised her eyebrows with warning. "You took my syrum and gave it to your father didn't you? Trunks! Why would you do a thing like that?! You KNOW you aren't supposed to touch any of my inventions!"
Trunks looked at the floor. "I'm sorry Mom. I know I shouldn't have done it... I was just mad at Dad because he wouldn't let me use the gravity room yesterday and then he yelled at me for not doing all of my training and he didn't let me have dinner."
"That's no excuse," Bulma was secretly laughing inside. Vegeta deserved it.
"Please Mom? Can we not tell Dad it was my fault he turned into a burrito?"
Bulma smirked. "Ok, it'll be our secret."
"Thanks Mom!" Trunks was relieved.
"But DON'T do it again," she warned. As soon as she was far enough away from her son, she too broke out in laughter.
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I hope everyone has as much fun reading this as I did writing it. I didn't know a person could so much at their OWN idea! (actually, I got the initial ida from my Dad and brother the other night)
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters, or the show, just these stories, and the ideas put into them.
Warning: Trunks may be a little OCC in these because I personally don't think he's really all THAT mischivous. He's just an arrogant little kid, that's all. And I doubt he would necessarily do the things I might just write him doing. Who knows though...I haven't written this chapter yet. But this warning goes from here on out, in case I write more in this series. (which I probably will from time to time)
Trunks quickly wiped the tear from his eye as he plopped down on his bed, the world's largest scowl across his face. He wished his father would just explode into a million pieces. Life would be much easier without him always getting in the way. This was the the eighth time in the last two days that his father had told him to stay out of the gravity room just because he though he was too weak to handle what Vegeta was doing in there.
His father was monopolizing the room and he wouldn't let his son in there at all. And yet, Trunks was still supposed to train on his own. Today he hadn't because he'd decided there wasn't any point and then he'd gotten in trouble for it. When he began arguing with Vegeta about it, he'd been given the glare of death and sent to his room with no dinner for the rest of the night. He was lucky he hadn't gotten worse, but still this was completely unfair.
After an hour of sulking, Trunks decided to spend the time in his room constructively. He was going to get his father back for these two days and it would take some thought and planning to do so without being caught. Taking the avenue of his mother was out, but there was still the possibility that he could use her as a scape-goat. Laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, Trunks began the process of scheming.
* * * * *
"Hey Mom, whatcha making today?" Trunks peered around the lab, looking at the various inventions.
"It's an improved moter bike," Bulma answered absently.
"What does this do?" Trunks picked up a small container with red liquid inside.
"That's a chemical that coats space capsules to protect them from the cold when they travel."
"Oh," Trunks put it back. He would have no use for it. He putzed around a little more and pulled out another bottle of liquid. This time a brown color. It looked like syrup.
"Oh, that doesn't work right. It was supposed to enhance the abilities of the taste buds, but it just turns people into food items. The effects only last half an hour, thank goodness.
A smirk formed on Trunks' small face. THIS would be perfect! But, how to do it without being caught was going to be a trick.
"How about this?" Trunks picked up a capsule. He intended on using the syrup, but he didn't want his Mom to get suspicious.
"Honey, I'm really busy right now. Maybe you could go watch some TV? Or eat some breakfast. It's already on the table."
"Ok," Trunks hid the liquid in his pocket and sauntered out of the room non-chalant-like.
He looked around the kitchen to be sure his father wasn't there, then he took the syrup out of the refridgerator and examined it. The bottle it was in wasn't really that unlike the one with the syrum. He grinned, emptying the syrum onto his father's pancakes, then refilling the bottle with maple syrup. He would sneak it back down to the lab a little later when his mother took a break and he wouldn't be seen.
Quickly he took his seat at the table and piled his plate full of food, careful not to touch the pancakes. Just as he'd anticipated, Vegeta walked into the room a few minutes later and sat down in his usual place, immediately digging into his food.
"I want you to spend two hours extra training today, Trunks. Do you hear me?" Vegeta glared shortly at his son.
Trunks frowned and nodded. He was irritated by the request, but waiting in expectation as his father chowed down on the pancakes. It was all he could do to keep from smiling. He'd grown to be quite a good actor in these situations, and yet still draw the same amount of delight from them.
Vegeta shook his head, sudden;y feeling a little bit queesy. Then he let out a loud burp and all of a sudden it was as if he'd somehow shrunk.
Trunks eyes widened as his father seemed to vanish. He stood up and looked over the table. Sitting in the middle of his father's chair was a large burrito with two black eyes and something similar to eyebrows, formed in QUITE the glare. Trunks' bit his lip to keep from laughing right then and there as he stared with feined surprise.
"Dad?" he tried HARD to sound shocked.
The burrito's "eyebrows" twitched.
"Is that YOU?!" Trunks lifted the burrito and set it on the table, loking toward the door as the bell went off. "Hold On, I better get that..."
"Is that Goku?" Bulma called.
"I haven't answered it yet!" Trunks answered, turning the doorknob. "Yeah, it's him!"
"Hey Trunks," Goku greated the eight year old.
"Tell him to go ahead and help himself to breakfast. I'm not quite ready for him yet. Oh Trunks...has your father eaten yet?"
"Yes!" Trunks face twitched as he forced himself not to even smirk. "I guess Mom wants you to just eat breakfast while you wait," he looked to Goku.
"Oh, ok," Goku smiled, heading for the kitchen.
Trunks retreated to his room. He fell onto his bed, unable to hold his laughter for another second. Tears streamed down his beat red face he was laughing so hard.
"Wow, look at all this food!" Goku exclaimed.
The burrito's eyes widened in horror as his enemy entered the room.
"Oh wow! Buritos for breakfast, cool!" Goku immediately picked Vegeta up, opening his mouth wide.
"Kakarot! Don't you dare!"
Goku's eyes widened as he looked around. "Vegeta?"
"Yes, you idiot!"
A look of puzzlement came over Goku. "Where are you?"
"In your hands, you moron!" Goku looked down at the burrito he was holding. Suddenly it occured to him the thing had eyes...Vegeta's eyes! "Now put me down! And get Bulma!"
"Oh...uh...Vegeta? ...Did you know you're a burrito?" Goku asked.
"YES, YOU BRAINLESS CLOWN! GET BULMA!"
Goku jumped, startled, and shot off to find Bulma, who was, of course, still working in her lab. "Hey, Bulma...uh...Vegeta's a burrito."
"Huh?" Bulma looked up. "What did you say?"
"Vegeta is a burrito!" Goku repeated, eyebrows raised. "He told me to get you."
"He's a burrito?!" Bulma taken completely off-guard.
"Yes!"
"What the...?" she glanced over at the counter and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Ok, but I don't think he'll be too happy about it."
"He's going to be a burrito for the next half hour, but it'll wear off after that. Tell him that and I'll be there in a second," Bulma exited the room, heading up the stairs.
Trunks looked up as his mother entered his room. She had a glare on her face. "Hi, Mom. I already ate," he tried to sound innocent.
She sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him. "So...anything interesting happen at breakfast?"
"Well..."
"Do you need some help?"
Trunks looked at her curiously.
Bulma watched him for a few seconds. "Like maybe...your father turning into a burrito?"
"How'd you know?!" Trunks feigned, wide-eyed.
"That's enough of that, young man. I KNOW what you did," she raised her eyebrows with warning. "You took my syrum and gave it to your father didn't you? Trunks! Why would you do a thing like that?! You KNOW you aren't supposed to touch any of my inventions!"
Trunks looked at the floor. "I'm sorry Mom. I know I shouldn't have done it... I was just mad at Dad because he wouldn't let me use the gravity room yesterday and then he yelled at me for not doing all of my training and he didn't let me have dinner."
"That's no excuse," Bulma was secretly laughing inside. Vegeta deserved it.
"Please Mom? Can we not tell Dad it was my fault he turned into a burrito?"
Bulma smirked. "Ok, it'll be our secret."
"Thanks Mom!" Trunks was relieved.
"But DON'T do it again," she warned. As soon as she was far enough away from her son, she too broke out in laughter.
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I hope everyone has as much fun reading this as I did writing it. I didn't know a person could so much at their OWN idea! (actually, I got the initial ida from my Dad and brother the other night)