CASE #9: EIGHTEEN
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"Hey! Are you gonna get in here and eat dinner or WHAT?" Eighteen called from the kitchen.
"Hold your horses! I'm COMING!" her husband shouted back.
"Hey mommy, hey mommy...can I go to the park after dinner?"
Eighteen smirked, reaching up and patting Goku's head. "If you're a good boy, then yes. Mommy will take you to the park."
"Can daddy come too?" Goku asked, his face covered with hopeful excitement.
Eighteen's eyes narrowed a little bit. "We'll see, dear. Now go sit down at the table."
Goku skipped over to the table, then began sulking as he looked at his chair. "My booster seat is gone..."
"Goku, dear, you're bigger than mommy and daddy. You don't NEED a booster seat."
"But all my friends have them...," he complained.
Eighteen put a hand on her hip. "Do you want to go to the park or NOT? All your FRIENDS are ten times SMALLER than you."
Goku sat down at the table, resting his face in his hands with a pathetic look. "Mommy? Why am I different?"
"Because, sweety, you're an alien."
"Oh. Well do I HAVE to be so tall?"
"It's the way things are, DEAL with it," Eighteen's voice was low as she clenched her teeth. "TRUNKS! Dinner is ready NOW!"
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm COMING!!!!" Trunks stormed into the room.
Eighteen stared down at her small, purple-haired husband with irritation. Trunks stared back, all his chibi features hardened and his hands on his hips.
"Daddy, daddy! Mommy said if I'm good during dinner, she'll take us to the park!" Goku exclaimed.
Trunks face brightened. "Really?" Quickly he masked it over with a non-chalant attitude. "That's nice, son."
Trunks opened the cupboard and pulled out a large pot, then proceeded to place it on his seat and sit on it.
"Hey!" Goku whined. "That's MY booster seat!" he pouted.
"Hush, Goku, daddy needs it more than you."
Trunks glared at the oversized son of his. It was funny to think about how it had happened, since he was only eight and his son, Goku, was something like...40. Then again...he'd seen "Mork and Mindy" a time or two, so he just shrugged it off.
"All right, you two. Eat your dinner and let's have some peace, or neither of you are going to the park."
"Why would I WANT to go to the park, woman?" Trunks sneered at eighteen
Eighteen narrowed her eyes. "Well, DEAR, if you recall the World Martial Arts Championship, I would have BEAT you, if it hadn't been discovered you were cheating and if you hadn't flew away."
"That's rediculous! Me and Goten could have wone EASY!' Trunks stood. His standing appearance was FAR from intimidating. Especially considering his head was barely higher than the table.
"Oh yeah? You want a re-match? Right here and now!" Eighteen challenged.
"Fine! Here Goten!" Trunks called.
A giant saint bernard dog with an orange gi and dark blue shirt came trotting into the room, waging his tail.
"Good Goten," Trunks patted the dog on the head and climbed onto his back.
"Oh boy! Moomy against daddy and Goten!" Goku clapped, following the group outside to watch.
Eighteen got into stance, as did Trunks and the giant saint bernard, who was now standing in a relatively upright possition with Trunks on its "shoulders". The two flew at each other and after a few kicks and punches, none-making contact, Goten landing a hard slap with his viciously wagging tail. Trunks was quick to flip his hair around and nail Eighteen before she recovered.
Trunks smirked, his arms folded as he stared at his wife. Eighteen glared, partially sitting up. "Can life get any worse? Being beat by your eight year old husband and a dog?"
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Eighteen sat up, sweating, with a look mixed between digust, horror, and indignace. "Oh...god. I am NEVER eating at Bulma's AGAIN," she stated, laying back down and staring at the ceiling, the same look never leaving her face.
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Next up BULMA and then MRS BRIEFS.
It might take me a little longer to get the new chapters of this up. I'm working more this week and have a LOT to do. Plus, Bulma's dream is going to be the longest of all of them. I MIGHT be able to get it done tomorrow, but I don't guarantee it. And after hers it'll take a bit of time to get to the others, I think. We'll see. I've got a LOT of stories going, too much work, and this is my last week housesitting and giving the diabetic cat its two shots. (Thank GOODNESS!! I'm so SICK of giving two shots, twleve hours apart to a lonely cat! Would you even believe...I'm not even KIDDING about this???!!!)
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"Hey! Are you gonna get in here and eat dinner or WHAT?" Eighteen called from the kitchen.
"Hold your horses! I'm COMING!" her husband shouted back.
"Hey mommy, hey mommy...can I go to the park after dinner?"
Eighteen smirked, reaching up and patting Goku's head. "If you're a good boy, then yes. Mommy will take you to the park."
"Can daddy come too?" Goku asked, his face covered with hopeful excitement.
Eighteen's eyes narrowed a little bit. "We'll see, dear. Now go sit down at the table."
Goku skipped over to the table, then began sulking as he looked at his chair. "My booster seat is gone..."
"Goku, dear, you're bigger than mommy and daddy. You don't NEED a booster seat."
"But all my friends have them...," he complained.
Eighteen put a hand on her hip. "Do you want to go to the park or NOT? All your FRIENDS are ten times SMALLER than you."
Goku sat down at the table, resting his face in his hands with a pathetic look. "Mommy? Why am I different?"
"Because, sweety, you're an alien."
"Oh. Well do I HAVE to be so tall?"
"It's the way things are, DEAL with it," Eighteen's voice was low as she clenched her teeth. "TRUNKS! Dinner is ready NOW!"
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm COMING!!!!" Trunks stormed into the room.
Eighteen stared down at her small, purple-haired husband with irritation. Trunks stared back, all his chibi features hardened and his hands on his hips.
"Daddy, daddy! Mommy said if I'm good during dinner, she'll take us to the park!" Goku exclaimed.
Trunks face brightened. "Really?" Quickly he masked it over with a non-chalant attitude. "That's nice, son."
Trunks opened the cupboard and pulled out a large pot, then proceeded to place it on his seat and sit on it.
"Hey!" Goku whined. "That's MY booster seat!" he pouted.
"Hush, Goku, daddy needs it more than you."
Trunks glared at the oversized son of his. It was funny to think about how it had happened, since he was only eight and his son, Goku, was something like...40. Then again...he'd seen "Mork and Mindy" a time or two, so he just shrugged it off.
"All right, you two. Eat your dinner and let's have some peace, or neither of you are going to the park."
"Why would I WANT to go to the park, woman?" Trunks sneered at eighteen
Eighteen narrowed her eyes. "Well, DEAR, if you recall the World Martial Arts Championship, I would have BEAT you, if it hadn't been discovered you were cheating and if you hadn't flew away."
"That's rediculous! Me and Goten could have wone EASY!' Trunks stood. His standing appearance was FAR from intimidating. Especially considering his head was barely higher than the table.
"Oh yeah? You want a re-match? Right here and now!" Eighteen challenged.
"Fine! Here Goten!" Trunks called.
A giant saint bernard dog with an orange gi and dark blue shirt came trotting into the room, waging his tail.
"Good Goten," Trunks patted the dog on the head and climbed onto his back.
"Oh boy! Moomy against daddy and Goten!" Goku clapped, following the group outside to watch.
Eighteen got into stance, as did Trunks and the giant saint bernard, who was now standing in a relatively upright possition with Trunks on its "shoulders". The two flew at each other and after a few kicks and punches, none-making contact, Goten landing a hard slap with his viciously wagging tail. Trunks was quick to flip his hair around and nail Eighteen before she recovered.
Trunks smirked, his arms folded as he stared at his wife. Eighteen glared, partially sitting up. "Can life get any worse? Being beat by your eight year old husband and a dog?"
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Eighteen sat up, sweating, with a look mixed between digust, horror, and indignace. "Oh...god. I am NEVER eating at Bulma's AGAIN," she stated, laying back down and staring at the ceiling, the same look never leaving her face.
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Next up BULMA and then MRS BRIEFS.
It might take me a little longer to get the new chapters of this up. I'm working more this week and have a LOT to do. Plus, Bulma's dream is going to be the longest of all of them. I MIGHT be able to get it done tomorrow, but I don't guarantee it. And after hers it'll take a bit of time to get to the others, I think. We'll see. I've got a LOT of stories going, too much work, and this is my last week housesitting and giving the diabetic cat its two shots. (Thank GOODNESS!! I'm so SICK of giving two shots, twleve hours apart to a lonely cat! Would you even believe...I'm not even KIDDING about this???!!!)