For the last frickin' time, I do not own DBZ!

The Party

(Everything's running smoothly. Only another six hours till the party.)

Trunks was smirking, sort of joyfully. [Kinda scary, now that I think about it.] Goten was still being conned into helping, and Trunks was sure he could also get him to come. After all, if he helped, then why couldn't he see the final project?

Goten, in the mean time, was shifting uncomfortably in his chair at home. It was Saturday, the day the party would be. He knew that Trunks was going to call or stop by to get him to go. He just didn't know if he had the will to shrug him off like his mom keeps telling him to.

Sure enough. . .

{Knock Knock}

Goten sighed and went to answer the door. He opened it slowly, knowing it was Trunks even though he couldn't feel his ki.

"Hey, Goten!" Trunks invited himself in. "Are you going to go to the party, or what?"

"What," Goten replied sarcastically.

"Huh?" Trunks was dumbfounded. Never before had Goten said such a thing to him. "Say again?"

"I said 'what'. I'm not going to go." Goten sat down on a sofa, not even paying attention to Trunks anymore. He turned on the TV and started flipping.

Trunks was gaping at him. (Goten's ignoring me?! When did THIS happen?!) Clearing his throat, he sat down next to Goten and shoved him over. "You have to come!"

Goten growled silently, getting up off the floor. "Says you."

"Yes, says me," Trunks replied, firm as ever. "And you will come, if I have to drag you there myself!"

Goten stood up, feeling rather enraged at his best friend. "The only reason you want me to come is for someone to blame! THAT is why I'm NOT GOING TO THE STUPID PARTY!"

Trunks' eyes bulged. He shook it off, standing up and getting ready to go all-out and 'Open a can of Whoop-ass' on his lifetime friend. "You are to going!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"AM NOT!!"

"ARE TOO!!"

This went on for a minute or so before Trunks went and hit Goten, not one bit feeling sorry. Both lost their restraints and started fighting, going through oddball Saiyan stages.

~*~

{Boom! Crash, crash, BOOOM!!!}

"What the Hell?!" Chichi jumped five feet high. "What's going on?"

She went outside to see Goten and Trunks bruised, bloody, broken, heaving and still fighting. Chichi looked behind her and saw a huge hole gaping through the wall of her house, seeing as well ashes where she used to have furniture and pictures.

"STOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.

Both boys stopped, powering down and staring at Chichi. They looked back at each other, feeling ashamed at how this fight began. Krillin and Piccolo appeared from nowhere when they sensed the extremely high ki's.

Krillin was panting slightly from how fast he went. "What's with you two?"

"Huh?" Goten asked.

Piccolo growled at them. "Your ki's went higher than they had in years. I happened to catch Krillin on my way over here."

"Oh." Trunks glanced over at Goten and nearly cracked up. Then he looked at himself, and did start laughing.

All four present looked at him, wondering why he was laughing. Before they had a chance, though, Gohan was there carrying Pan with Videl on his heels.

He smiled at his brother before turning to Videl. "You see? Told you he was just sparring."

"That's no excuse!" Videl, looking scary, stalked over to Goten and Trunks. Trunks noticed this and quit laughing, starting instead to fear for his life. As Videl advanced on them both Goten and Trunks kept backing up. "What were you two thinking? Were you thinking? You scared the living shit out of me!"

"What?" Goten glanced at Trunks, then back at Videl. "Back up. How could we? You can't sense us, can you?"

"No, but Gohan can. He told you two had ki's so high he thought you were trying to kill each other." She glared back at Gohan. "And that's a little far for a sparring match, don't you think?!"

Pan shifted in Gohan's arms, trying to get down. He set her down and she ran up to Goten, hugging his left knee. "Uncle Goten! Uncle Goten!" She chanted it over and over until she noticed Trunks and did the same thing to him, without the 'uncle'.

While Videl and Chichi continued their verbal thrashings Pan went to see Krillin and Piccolo as well. She knew by now to avoid Chichi while she was in this state.

Piccolo barely looked at her, paying most of his attention to the boys.

Once Videl and Chichi finished their thrashings they left to go do something constructive.

Trunks and Goten looked at each other in unison, they laughed nervously.

Piccolo cleared his throat to be noticed. Gohan picked up Pan and decided to leave with Videl back to their home. He waved bye to the two, telling them he wasn't angry at all. After all, Chichi did enough 'telling' for the two of them.

Once they left, Trunks and Goten were left with Piccolo and Krillin to deal with.

"What was that fight all about you two?" Krillin demanded.

"Nothing," both said and turned their backs to each other.

"Huh." Piccolo looked at Krillin. "Does that look like nothing to you?"

"Nope." Krillin walked over to Goten, knowing he would give up details sooner than Trunks. "What was that about? C'mon, tell me."

"No." Goten, further proving his point, left to go to his room through the newest 'door'.

Defeated, Krillin and Piccolo both looked at Trunks, who was always unwilling to give details.

"You'd better tell us what that was about!" Piccolo growled, walking closer to Trunks.

"Or what?" Trunks snapped and flew off, not in the least paying attention to the answer he might get.

Piccolo was frustrated by now. Trunks left, and Goten wouldn't cave. So how in Hell was he going to get answers?!

Krillin shrugged. "Oh, well. It's none of our business anyway. I should get back to 18. You should. . ." He looked blankly at Piccolo. "Do whatever you do."

He flew off back to his home, leaving to Piccolo to do whatever.

"Damn saiyans . . . I'll never get an answer out of them." He flew off too, back to his mountain.

Goten refused to come out of his room. (This is going to end up baaaaaaad.)



I'm having trouble thinking currently, as my mind is on other things. Any ideas right about NOW would be infinitely helpful.