Disclaimer: The sock is mine. He does not make appearances, he doesn't give interviews. If you try/wish/want to mention him in your own work, he demands your written request, and my written permission. Understand? Good. Oh, and on another note, I don't own Trunks, Pan, or CC.
A/N: In case you missed it, ~THE SOCK PUPPET OF SMELLY DEATH IS MINE!~ Along with the Sweat Sock of Death and the Paper Clip of Nasty Death. Just remember that when you read this. Or the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death will have to come thwap you.
ANYWAYZ, sorry 'bout that, I'm running off the eddies of stress. ;P Well, yeah. The next few chaps will come in spurts...I don't have a lot of time on my hands for anything other then my office job or school. *groans* But, oh well for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Read, enjoy, and review por favor!
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Petrified Tears
chapter 32
Pan glared down at Trunks. He had her trapped just under the ceiling in the corner, cradling the phone in her lap while she hovered in the air.
He stood below her, his hand shoved into the sock in sock-puppet style, grinning psychotically, the puppet holding the same evil grin.
"That's the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death," he corrected her, moving his hand to make the sock talk.
"It's been a long day," she muttered, covering half of her face with a hand.
"Order dee fooooooood," Trunks commanded through the sock.
The sock had an accent very much like Dexter off of ~Dexter's Laboratory~.
She looked down at him. He ~looked~ psychotic.
Seeing her gaze was not on the phone, he and the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death looked at each other.
"She is not ordering dee fooooooood," hissed the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death. "Make 'er order dee fooooooood."
Trunks shook his head sadly.
"I don't know how to make her-she doesn't listen to me...and she keeps flying away and beating me with the phone."
"Then maybe chu should let 'er beat sumding el-~ack!~" The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death was prompty cut off as Trunks grabbed it with his other hand and started to strangle it. The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death struggled, sending them both sprawling across the floor-ending with Trunks on his back trying to keep the puppet off of his face.
"Trunks?" Pan asked, scared now, her voice shaking.
The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death whipped his head up to look at her, letting her purple-haired and mashed-potato-brained companion off of the floor, glaring at her with eyes made of 2 hot neon pink pencil top erasers that Trunks had found in his desk.
"Order dee fooooooood," it hissed commandingly. "Now. Before I beat chu."
She stared at him and the sock in utter disbelief, thoroughly scared now, letting it all show on her face and in her eyes.
"Do chu ~dare~ to not take me seriously?!" The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death turned to Trunks. "She dares to not take me seriously." Trunks shrugged as the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death flipped back around to face her. "Order! Now! Before I have to ~stomp~ chu!"
Pan almost fell out of the air laughing.
"Pan, it's not funny, he ~will~ stomp you...believe me, he's kicked my ass more times then anyone else I know."
Pan face faulted, staring at him. "You mean he's not ~new?!~"
Trunks shook his head sadly. He was so serious...there was no way he was making this up. He'd done all of this with a straight face for Dende's sake!
"Trunks! It's only Monday night! What are you going to be like on Friday?!!"
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A/N: So that's it for now, I need to do a little revamping of future chapters. For those of you anxious about Pan and the mystery man, keep yer pants on, I'm getting there. I haven't forgotten about it or anything. I'll get there as soon as I can.
Oh, and before I forget, I have a little poll for you ppls. I would like to know which you ppls prefer:
Marron + Goten or Marron + Uub
I want to know. I would like to know from the really serious Marron + ? fans. Marron + Trunks, I'm sorry, that poll will have to wait. But really. I would like you ppls with an actual opinion on this matter to email me with your preference, and a solid reason as to why (~please~ don't say "They deserve each other!" or any of that crap). Only actual votes with actual reasons why shall be counted. This has to do with a fic of mine, so it shall be to your benefit to email me and tell me which you prefer. Please do not answer that question in a review, I will ignore them. I only want the serious ppls povs (no offense to any of you ppl ;P). If you could do that and get those opinions to me asap, I'll get the next chap out just as quickly. (Yes, I'm bribing you...please take the bribe.)
Anywayz, you know the drill, review please!
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers
saiyansquirt@hotmail.com ------email me with your opinion on the matter!
A/N: In case you missed it, ~THE SOCK PUPPET OF SMELLY DEATH IS MINE!~ Along with the Sweat Sock of Death and the Paper Clip of Nasty Death. Just remember that when you read this. Or the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death will have to come thwap you.
ANYWAYZ, sorry 'bout that, I'm running off the eddies of stress. ;P Well, yeah. The next few chaps will come in spurts...I don't have a lot of time on my hands for anything other then my office job or school. *groans* But, oh well for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Read, enjoy, and review por favor!
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Petrified Tears
chapter 32
Pan glared down at Trunks. He had her trapped just under the ceiling in the corner, cradling the phone in her lap while she hovered in the air.
He stood below her, his hand shoved into the sock in sock-puppet style, grinning psychotically, the puppet holding the same evil grin.
"That's the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death," he corrected her, moving his hand to make the sock talk.
"It's been a long day," she muttered, covering half of her face with a hand.
"Order dee fooooooood," Trunks commanded through the sock.
The sock had an accent very much like Dexter off of ~Dexter's Laboratory~.
She looked down at him. He ~looked~ psychotic.
Seeing her gaze was not on the phone, he and the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death looked at each other.
"She is not ordering dee fooooooood," hissed the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death. "Make 'er order dee fooooooood."
Trunks shook his head sadly.
"I don't know how to make her-she doesn't listen to me...and she keeps flying away and beating me with the phone."
"Then maybe chu should let 'er beat sumding el-~ack!~" The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death was prompty cut off as Trunks grabbed it with his other hand and started to strangle it. The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death struggled, sending them both sprawling across the floor-ending with Trunks on his back trying to keep the puppet off of his face.
"Trunks?" Pan asked, scared now, her voice shaking.
The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death whipped his head up to look at her, letting her purple-haired and mashed-potato-brained companion off of the floor, glaring at her with eyes made of 2 hot neon pink pencil top erasers that Trunks had found in his desk.
"Order dee fooooooood," it hissed commandingly. "Now. Before I beat chu."
She stared at him and the sock in utter disbelief, thoroughly scared now, letting it all show on her face and in her eyes.
"Do chu ~dare~ to not take me seriously?!" The Sock Puppet of Smelly Death turned to Trunks. "She dares to not take me seriously." Trunks shrugged as the Sock Puppet of Smelly Death flipped back around to face her. "Order! Now! Before I have to ~stomp~ chu!"
Pan almost fell out of the air laughing.
"Pan, it's not funny, he ~will~ stomp you...believe me, he's kicked my ass more times then anyone else I know."
Pan face faulted, staring at him. "You mean he's not ~new?!~"
Trunks shook his head sadly. He was so serious...there was no way he was making this up. He'd done all of this with a straight face for Dende's sake!
"Trunks! It's only Monday night! What are you going to be like on Friday?!!"
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A/N: So that's it for now, I need to do a little revamping of future chapters. For those of you anxious about Pan and the mystery man, keep yer pants on, I'm getting there. I haven't forgotten about it or anything. I'll get there as soon as I can.
Oh, and before I forget, I have a little poll for you ppls. I would like to know which you ppls prefer:
Marron + Goten or Marron + Uub
I want to know. I would like to know from the really serious Marron + ? fans. Marron + Trunks, I'm sorry, that poll will have to wait. But really. I would like you ppls with an actual opinion on this matter to email me with your preference, and a solid reason as to why (~please~ don't say "They deserve each other!" or any of that crap). Only actual votes with actual reasons why shall be counted. This has to do with a fic of mine, so it shall be to your benefit to email me and tell me which you prefer. Please do not answer that question in a review, I will ignore them. I only want the serious ppls povs (no offense to any of you ppl ;P). If you could do that and get those opinions to me asap, I'll get the next chap out just as quickly. (Yes, I'm bribing you...please take the bribe.)
Anywayz, you know the drill, review please!
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers
saiyansquirt@hotmail.com ------email me with your opinion on the matter!