Chapter Twenty Five: * Thanksgiving * [1]
[1] This was the note from the other too. I know that thanksgiving is an American holiday but. so what? I'm the one who is writing this story any way.
Goten and Trunks lay squished together on the living room couch. Well Goten was squished any way.
"How do you feel Tru-Chan?"
"Fat." Trunks sighed, as Goten gave him 'the look'.
"Fine I feel very full and sleepy as hell."
"Mouth!"
"Sorry. I meant heck!" Trunks said to his stomach.
"No baby yet huh."
"No, he just doesn't want out yet I guess."
"Come on little one you better not get that comfortable. Your daddy's big and cute but I really did like his figure before."
Trunks groaned, "See I knew you thought I was fat."
"I do not."
"Do so!"
"Do not!"
"Goten you just said-"
"Did not!"
They're bantering lasted for a while longer before both of them drifted off to sleep. Let's hope Trunks rolls over onto his side, so that Goten's whole body doesn't feel numb in the morning.
This day took near eternity to pass. It started around five when Goten had gotten up to start making diner. Trunks felt like shit and Goten told him to go back to bed. But of course he didn't and in addition to that he complained about it the whole time. Lucky for him Goten is so understand. (Or he just wasn't listening because he has either learned to tune him out. Or, was still mostly asleep.)
The day progressed on and they watched the parade on television until the game started- and they Trunks' yelled at the T.V whenever his team did some thing stupid. (Which happened all too often for Goten's ears.)
And finally. it had come to a close. Another holiday here, and then gone.
A/N: Okay this is going to be a long one. Got to feel you in on some things that are going on.
First and Most Important: I um. well I kinda pushed two friends/ reviewers/ fave. Authors into writing some stories for me. They are both Truten.. Read the latest from Leaf and Evil Cranberry they are both really good, and they will both have to update like all the time or else they will suffer the raft of God (me) lol j/k any way I love them both for putting up with spoiled rotten me.
Second: Thanks for supporting me in my review war. Last time I checked I was winning. Keep reviewing though reviewing is one of those things that makes me write faster (actually it usually just puts me in a good mood and that's what does it.. that and more Truten! I'll take either!)
Third: No she has not posted the apology I am almost getting to the point where I don't care. On second thought.. No what's mine is mine. People still think she is doing and great job but she seems to be missing in action.
Forth: Afric (another loyal reviewer) has just begun another great Truten that we should all read and keep pestering her for updates!
Okay enough Rambling- oh- and incase you didn't catch on. I don't own DBZ.
[1] This was the note from the other too. I know that thanksgiving is an American holiday but. so what? I'm the one who is writing this story any way.
Goten and Trunks lay squished together on the living room couch. Well Goten was squished any way.
"How do you feel Tru-Chan?"
"Fat." Trunks sighed, as Goten gave him 'the look'.
"Fine I feel very full and sleepy as hell."
"Mouth!"
"Sorry. I meant heck!" Trunks said to his stomach.
"No baby yet huh."
"No, he just doesn't want out yet I guess."
"Come on little one you better not get that comfortable. Your daddy's big and cute but I really did like his figure before."
Trunks groaned, "See I knew you thought I was fat."
"I do not."
"Do so!"
"Do not!"
"Goten you just said-"
"Did not!"
They're bantering lasted for a while longer before both of them drifted off to sleep. Let's hope Trunks rolls over onto his side, so that Goten's whole body doesn't feel numb in the morning.
This day took near eternity to pass. It started around five when Goten had gotten up to start making diner. Trunks felt like shit and Goten told him to go back to bed. But of course he didn't and in addition to that he complained about it the whole time. Lucky for him Goten is so understand. (Or he just wasn't listening because he has either learned to tune him out. Or, was still mostly asleep.)
The day progressed on and they watched the parade on television until the game started- and they Trunks' yelled at the T.V whenever his team did some thing stupid. (Which happened all too often for Goten's ears.)
And finally. it had come to a close. Another holiday here, and then gone.
A/N: Okay this is going to be a long one. Got to feel you in on some things that are going on.
First and Most Important: I um. well I kinda pushed two friends/ reviewers/ fave. Authors into writing some stories for me. They are both Truten.. Read the latest from Leaf and Evil Cranberry they are both really good, and they will both have to update like all the time or else they will suffer the raft of God (me) lol j/k any way I love them both for putting up with spoiled rotten me.
Second: Thanks for supporting me in my review war. Last time I checked I was winning. Keep reviewing though reviewing is one of those things that makes me write faster (actually it usually just puts me in a good mood and that's what does it.. that and more Truten! I'll take either!)
Third: No she has not posted the apology I am almost getting to the point where I don't care. On second thought.. No what's mine is mine. People still think she is doing and great job but she seems to be missing in action.
Forth: Afric (another loyal reviewer) has just begun another great Truten that we should all read and keep pestering her for updates!
Okay enough Rambling- oh- and incase you didn't catch on. I don't own DBZ.
