Disclaimer: Mmmpphh, mrrth, mphh wrr wrr ewrwh. *throat clears* Ahem. Let me, Chibi Trunks, translate for Goku...he's too busy eating. Ok. "Panabelle doesn't own DBZ. She owns us." Got it?
A/N: I just love my action figures. Goku and Chibi Trunks are finally getting along! And it only took a pint of chocolate frosting to convince Chibi that I wasn't replacing him ;P Anyways, on with the other half to the really big, super-duper, extra special, and squeegie-rific update!
You know the drill: Read, enjoy, review! And remember, smiles are free at McDonald's.
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Petrified Tears
chapter 36
Pan yawned as she tromped downstairs.
Hair hanging around her face, shirt half unbuttoned, and belly showing, she tossed a pair of socks on the couch as she passed.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah Panny," he called from the kitchen. Buttoning her shirt and following the scent of strong coffee and burnt pancakes, she shuffled into the kitchen.
She jumped back upon seeing Trunks sleeping at the table, his nose burrowed into the crook of his elbow, glasses falling off the top of his head-the legs sticking up in the air, one of them right through his bangs, one lens rim on the table, the other balanced precariously on his forearm. With his hair scattered over most of the visible portion of his face, the ends of his bangs splaying over his shirt sleeve, he looked very much a little boy who'd fallen asleep out of boredom during a family conference.
She looked up at Gohan.
"Daddy, you were awake when I got home last night," she accused, yawning, looking down to try and figure out why she was short a button...ah...the third button up was in the hole for the fourth button up...that was the problem. Quickly, she rebuttoned the lavender blouse correctly.
"~You~ weren't," Gohan mumbled, setting down the coffee pot, his eyes sleepy behind his glasses.
"Daddy, I told you not to wait up for me," she scolded.
He shrugged, picking up the cup he had just filled. "I wasn't. I woke up when I heard the car pull up." He crossed the kitchen and handed her a cup of coffee nearly cream colored from milk and sugar. Curling up her nose, she downed it, gagging, and staggered to the sink, still too exhausted for coffee.
"Still don't like coffee, I see," Trunks mumbled into his arm, eyes (barely visible over the wrinkled fabric of his shirt) squinting in the dim light of the kitchen.
She looked back and him, and yanked open the curtains.
Trunks shoved his face back into the crook of his elbow, whining. Gohan groaned and leaned back against the counter, shielding his eyes from the sun. Pan squinted, but made sure she kept her back to the window.
"Solar flare," she grumbled half-heartedly, still mostly asleep, dropping down into one of the kitchen chairs.
Gohan chuckled. Trunks shook his finger at where he figured she'd be.
"Nice lively bunch we are this morning," Gohan observed, turning back to the griddle and flipping the now-burned-completely pancakes onto a plate. Blushing, he set the plate between the two younger semi-saiyans at the table.
Raising his head, his glasses clattering loudly to the tabletop, Trunks blinked through blurry vision and noticed something about Pan that he never thought he'd have the chance to see, without prompting from other females.
Like his sister.
"You're wearing make-up?" he murmured, reaching groggily for his spectacles.
Pan reached across the table and snatched them from him, placing them on her own nose.
She crossed her eyes behind them with a funny look on her face, then shrugged and grabbed a pancake, moving out of the kitchen.
"I have to look good for my copy machine," she called over her shoulder, mumbling around her pancake.
Chuckling, ignoring Gohan's confused and worried face fault, Trunks just watched her, his frame still hunched over the table, balanced on his elbows and forearms. He shook his head.
"She still has my glasses."
Gohan shook his head in turn.
"She has a thing for glasses...I don't think she understands why I wear them-I don't need them, and the look on her face when she put yours on was more bewildered then when she wears mine. More proof that you and I don't wear them for prescription."
Trunks nodded, half-smiling, then hesitated and looked to Gohan, sitting back and grabbing a pancake.
"Then why ~do~ we wear them, Gohan?"
Gohan looked back at him, then lifted his head to look through the kitchen door after his daughter, holding his coffee cup in front of his chest, the other hand shoved into the pocket of his pajama bottoms.
"Good question."
Pan trudged back into the kitchen, Trunks glasses big on her small face, a white man's dress shirt and a blue tie in her hand. She held them out to him. "You reek from that damned sock."
"Sock puppet."
She rolled her eyes behind his glasses. "They're Uncle Goten's...you can change in the bathroom." He got up with a groan, and swiped at his glasses, but she ducked his hand and grabbed another pancake.
Shaking his head, he plodded out of the room.
"Pan," Gohan sighed. "Give the man back his glasses."
Pan looked at her father through the thick rims, and he had to admit that she looked adorable in them, though he'd rather not see his little girl flirt with Trunks through his glasses.
"Why, Daddy? He doesn't need them, they're as useless as yours-they're just glasses, no lenses, just glass. Literally-~glass~es."
Gohan shook his head, and poured a little more batter on the griddle, turning to look at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. She instantly came awake, ducking under his arm to get to the coffee pot.
When she'd been in high school, it'd been tradition for father and daughter to make a small breakfast for ChiChi to have in bed, and to clean the kitchen before they'd leave, Pan for Orange Star High School, Gohan for work.
And for one morning, tradition would live on.
While Gohan burned nearly everything he cooked, and Pan took forever to cook a decent meal, when they combined forces, they could at least pull off a decent pot of coffee, pancakes worth eating, and a mean fruit salad.
Trunks reentered the kitchen to find father and daughter awake and lively, Pan wearing his glasses on her head like a head band, stirring cream into a cup of not-so-black death, Gohan setting a plate with lightly buttered pancakes on a tray with a small glass of orange juice, a small bowl of cut up and miscellaneous fruit, and a small vase with a small purple daisy-ish looking thing in it.
"Wha'd I miss?"
Pan just shook her head and ducked out of his reach as he tried to swipe at his glasses again.
"Nothing, just making breakfast for Grandma." Pan slipped past him and grabbed her socks off the couch, snagging a pair of shoes from by the front door.
"Hey, Daddy?" she asked, hopping on one foot and pulling on a sock.
"Yes Panny?"
"You're taking that to Grandma, right? We've got to get."
Gohan nodded, watching as Trunks made another swing for his glasses as Pan merely hopped away.
"Pan, come on, ~please~."
She ignored him and finished putting on her shoes, dropping her pant legs over them.
"Nope, don't count on it. C'mon, let's go."
Gohan had already started up the stairs, tray in hand, but paused and turned around to watch his little girl and her boss-slash-best friend leave.
Pan got the front door opened and had just started through (ducking Trunks every so often just in the nick of time), when Trunks grabbed her roughly around the waist, spinning her to disorientate her.
Pan stood in place, shaken and discombobulated, crouched, hands raised uselessly to her sides, eyes darting back and forth, for a few moments. She reached to the top of her head, patting for the stolen spectacles, and touched only hair. Reaching back to close the door, she turned and saw Trunks walking away, hands in pockets, glasses back on his face as if nothing had happened.
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A/N: So did you like the really big, super-duper, extra special, and squeegie-rific update? I hope you did. I enjoyed it myself! Well, yes. Now that the novocain has worn off, and I've recovered from the terrifying experience involving a dentist, multiple needles, and mental scarring, I can start writing again. And the winner of that little poll thingy was "Marron and Goten". Don't complain, I had one for Marron and Uub that followed directions, and two for Marron and Goten that followed directions. If you don't like it, don't complain. If I hear any complaints about it, you have no right-you should have followed directions ;P Thanks for playing!
Come on, ppl, review!
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers
A/N: I just love my action figures. Goku and Chibi Trunks are finally getting along! And it only took a pint of chocolate frosting to convince Chibi that I wasn't replacing him ;P Anyways, on with the other half to the really big, super-duper, extra special, and squeegie-rific update!
You know the drill: Read, enjoy, review! And remember, smiles are free at McDonald's.
***************
Petrified Tears
chapter 36
Pan yawned as she tromped downstairs.
Hair hanging around her face, shirt half unbuttoned, and belly showing, she tossed a pair of socks on the couch as she passed.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah Panny," he called from the kitchen. Buttoning her shirt and following the scent of strong coffee and burnt pancakes, she shuffled into the kitchen.
She jumped back upon seeing Trunks sleeping at the table, his nose burrowed into the crook of his elbow, glasses falling off the top of his head-the legs sticking up in the air, one of them right through his bangs, one lens rim on the table, the other balanced precariously on his forearm. With his hair scattered over most of the visible portion of his face, the ends of his bangs splaying over his shirt sleeve, he looked very much a little boy who'd fallen asleep out of boredom during a family conference.
She looked up at Gohan.
"Daddy, you were awake when I got home last night," she accused, yawning, looking down to try and figure out why she was short a button...ah...the third button up was in the hole for the fourth button up...that was the problem. Quickly, she rebuttoned the lavender blouse correctly.
"~You~ weren't," Gohan mumbled, setting down the coffee pot, his eyes sleepy behind his glasses.
"Daddy, I told you not to wait up for me," she scolded.
He shrugged, picking up the cup he had just filled. "I wasn't. I woke up when I heard the car pull up." He crossed the kitchen and handed her a cup of coffee nearly cream colored from milk and sugar. Curling up her nose, she downed it, gagging, and staggered to the sink, still too exhausted for coffee.
"Still don't like coffee, I see," Trunks mumbled into his arm, eyes (barely visible over the wrinkled fabric of his shirt) squinting in the dim light of the kitchen.
She looked back and him, and yanked open the curtains.
Trunks shoved his face back into the crook of his elbow, whining. Gohan groaned and leaned back against the counter, shielding his eyes from the sun. Pan squinted, but made sure she kept her back to the window.
"Solar flare," she grumbled half-heartedly, still mostly asleep, dropping down into one of the kitchen chairs.
Gohan chuckled. Trunks shook his finger at where he figured she'd be.
"Nice lively bunch we are this morning," Gohan observed, turning back to the griddle and flipping the now-burned-completely pancakes onto a plate. Blushing, he set the plate between the two younger semi-saiyans at the table.
Raising his head, his glasses clattering loudly to the tabletop, Trunks blinked through blurry vision and noticed something about Pan that he never thought he'd have the chance to see, without prompting from other females.
Like his sister.
"You're wearing make-up?" he murmured, reaching groggily for his spectacles.
Pan reached across the table and snatched them from him, placing them on her own nose.
She crossed her eyes behind them with a funny look on her face, then shrugged and grabbed a pancake, moving out of the kitchen.
"I have to look good for my copy machine," she called over her shoulder, mumbling around her pancake.
Chuckling, ignoring Gohan's confused and worried face fault, Trunks just watched her, his frame still hunched over the table, balanced on his elbows and forearms. He shook his head.
"She still has my glasses."
Gohan shook his head in turn.
"She has a thing for glasses...I don't think she understands why I wear them-I don't need them, and the look on her face when she put yours on was more bewildered then when she wears mine. More proof that you and I don't wear them for prescription."
Trunks nodded, half-smiling, then hesitated and looked to Gohan, sitting back and grabbing a pancake.
"Then why ~do~ we wear them, Gohan?"
Gohan looked back at him, then lifted his head to look through the kitchen door after his daughter, holding his coffee cup in front of his chest, the other hand shoved into the pocket of his pajama bottoms.
"Good question."
Pan trudged back into the kitchen, Trunks glasses big on her small face, a white man's dress shirt and a blue tie in her hand. She held them out to him. "You reek from that damned sock."
"Sock puppet."
She rolled her eyes behind his glasses. "They're Uncle Goten's...you can change in the bathroom." He got up with a groan, and swiped at his glasses, but she ducked his hand and grabbed another pancake.
Shaking his head, he plodded out of the room.
"Pan," Gohan sighed. "Give the man back his glasses."
Pan looked at her father through the thick rims, and he had to admit that she looked adorable in them, though he'd rather not see his little girl flirt with Trunks through his glasses.
"Why, Daddy? He doesn't need them, they're as useless as yours-they're just glasses, no lenses, just glass. Literally-~glass~es."
Gohan shook his head, and poured a little more batter on the griddle, turning to look at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. She instantly came awake, ducking under his arm to get to the coffee pot.
When she'd been in high school, it'd been tradition for father and daughter to make a small breakfast for ChiChi to have in bed, and to clean the kitchen before they'd leave, Pan for Orange Star High School, Gohan for work.
And for one morning, tradition would live on.
While Gohan burned nearly everything he cooked, and Pan took forever to cook a decent meal, when they combined forces, they could at least pull off a decent pot of coffee, pancakes worth eating, and a mean fruit salad.
Trunks reentered the kitchen to find father and daughter awake and lively, Pan wearing his glasses on her head like a head band, stirring cream into a cup of not-so-black death, Gohan setting a plate with lightly buttered pancakes on a tray with a small glass of orange juice, a small bowl of cut up and miscellaneous fruit, and a small vase with a small purple daisy-ish looking thing in it.
"Wha'd I miss?"
Pan just shook her head and ducked out of his reach as he tried to swipe at his glasses again.
"Nothing, just making breakfast for Grandma." Pan slipped past him and grabbed her socks off the couch, snagging a pair of shoes from by the front door.
"Hey, Daddy?" she asked, hopping on one foot and pulling on a sock.
"Yes Panny?"
"You're taking that to Grandma, right? We've got to get."
Gohan nodded, watching as Trunks made another swing for his glasses as Pan merely hopped away.
"Pan, come on, ~please~."
She ignored him and finished putting on her shoes, dropping her pant legs over them.
"Nope, don't count on it. C'mon, let's go."
Gohan had already started up the stairs, tray in hand, but paused and turned around to watch his little girl and her boss-slash-best friend leave.
Pan got the front door opened and had just started through (ducking Trunks every so often just in the nick of time), when Trunks grabbed her roughly around the waist, spinning her to disorientate her.
Pan stood in place, shaken and discombobulated, crouched, hands raised uselessly to her sides, eyes darting back and forth, for a few moments. She reached to the top of her head, patting for the stolen spectacles, and touched only hair. Reaching back to close the door, she turned and saw Trunks walking away, hands in pockets, glasses back on his face as if nothing had happened.
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A/N: So did you like the really big, super-duper, extra special, and squeegie-rific update? I hope you did. I enjoyed it myself! Well, yes. Now that the novocain has worn off, and I've recovered from the terrifying experience involving a dentist, multiple needles, and mental scarring, I can start writing again. And the winner of that little poll thingy was "Marron and Goten". Don't complain, I had one for Marron and Uub that followed directions, and two for Marron and Goten that followed directions. If you don't like it, don't complain. If I hear any complaints about it, you have no right-you should have followed directions ;P Thanks for playing!
Come on, ppl, review!
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers