Disclaimer: It is I, Chibi Trunks, here to tell you all that I still hold Panabelle's heart, not that Jack thing she insists on letting fly around. *is startled by a flying demonic teenaged boy barely his size* What the-? *is chased away by an irate Jack*
A/N: Bleb bleb bleb. Nothing to say, nothing to do, so I'll leave the readings up to you.
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Petrified Tears
chapter 71
Pan followed her grandmother back into the office, pleasantly surprised at how good her hands felt-practically healed since she'd first run her fingernails into them almost a week ago.
Dende, to think it's hardly been a week, she thought to herself, mentally shaking her head as she closed the door behind them and turned to face Trunks and Goten.
The two sat there, shyly chucking grapes at each other, Trunks catching in his mouth whatever Goten threw, and vice versa. But it wasn't a friendly game of 'catch the grape', no. This was throwing-the-grape-with-saiyan-strength 'catch the grape', each chucking it just hard enough not to kill the other should the other catch it wrong.
The pie still sat untouched, the two avoiding each other's gaze as they threw the grapes simply to pass the time.
She heard ChiChi sigh and mumble "Hopeless" under her breath, before moving deeper into the office towards one of her picnic baskets.
"Guys?" Pan called, walking up to the edge of the desk and settling herself back onto it, crossing her legs underneath her as before, watching each of them as they kept their eyes on the bunch of grapes in their own hands, catching the other's grapes by pure instinct.
Instantly, they stopped and snapped their heads up, blue eyes catching black eyes. The two men sat there for a moment before Goten bared his teeth and Trunks glared back. Simultaneously, both bunches of grapes exploded under the strength of the half-saiyans' fists.
"Um….Trunks? Uncle Goten?"
No response.
"Uh, guys? Hello? Come on you two, you're starting to scare me now…"
One of Goten's eyes twitched, a small growl forming in his throat. Trunks snarled quietly, his own eye twitching. Pan felt an invisible and unnatural wind stir around them, swirling paper around the desk as if in a whirlwind as the two slowly powered up.
"Oh for the love of Dende, not again," she moaned, taking her head into her hands as both men stood and leaned forward to snarl in the other's face.
"Alright, I've had just about enough of this," ChiChi, announced from the other side of the desk-turned-table, and in the next instant, a giant cleaver came slashing down between the two men, slicing through the air and half-way through the pie-pan and all.
Trunks and Goten froze, their faces turned terrified as the knife came between them, both feeling the sides of the blade against the ends of their noses. Pan froze as the end of the knife barely missed her pants and legs.
The papers around them came to a slow stop in the air as ChiChi straightened herself. "Each of you take half of the pie already; it's time to get home."
All three semi-saiyans passed out backwards, Pan falling off the desk, Trunks missing his chair, Goten taking his with him to the floor, as the papers drifted quickly down with them.
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A/N: Yes, I like pie. And yes, sometimes I feel like doing that. But why were Trunks and Goten getting ready to attack each other? Hmm....I don't know....
-Panabelle ;P
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