The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Chapter 3
1 Warnings: humor, maybe a slightly OOC Goten, stuff like that
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Except a few cards, vids, and animated gifs that I stole from ppls sites and stuck on my hard drive. Not like I have a site to put them on… ^___^;;; Eheheheh…nevermind….*sweatdrop*
AN: Does Mirai Trunks snore? Just wondering…^^
Goten's eyes widened at the mischievous plan that was being told to him. His shocked expression soon turned into one of amusement as more of the plan was revealed unto him.
"You got all that?" Chibi Trunks asked Goten.
Goten nodded slowly, the classic Son Grin™ playing on his lips. Chibi Trunks rolled his eyes and explained the plan to his friend once again, making sure that he put it in the simplest terms possible. Actually, Goten had understood the first time and was just thinking about the plan as a whole. Strangely, his look of thought is quite similar to his look of utter confusion.
When Chibi had completed the task of re-explaining, Goten grinned and shouted, "Wicked awesome!!"
Chibi smirked, assuming a 'holier-than-thou' expression, one that could put even the evilest of evil villains' 'holier-than-thou' expressions to shame. Chibi cracked his knuckles. "Let's do this."
"Cool," Goten added, trying his best to imitate a smirk.
The two mischief-makers walked into the kitchen. When they got there, they found Gohan getting an ice bag and placing it on the rather large bump forming on the side of his head.
Chibi raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"
Gohan glanced at him and frowned. "Your counterpart is evil!! He threw a shoe at me!! A very hard shoe…" he said, rubbing his head. It had taken a while, but the impact had finally reached through his hard head and decided to form a bulge on his cranium.
Goten suppressed an urge to laugh at his older brother. "Don't worry Gohan. We'll get him back for you. Trunks has a—oof!!"
"Sshhh!!!" Chibi said, elbowing Goten in his stomach.
"Trunks has a what?" Gohan asked.
"Heheheh…nothing…Trunks doesn't have a plan…nope. Uh-uh," Goten said, rubbing his midsection.
Chibi Trunks buried his face in his hand. "Oi…"
Gohan eyed the two kids suspiciously. "Whatever," he said, walking away and leaving the children to do whatever they pleased.
Chibi Trunks breathed a sigh of relief. "He's onto us, but doesn't seem to care. That's a good thing. I hope. Anyway, let's put our scheme into action."
Goten went to the sink and turned on the cold water while Chibi retrieved a bucket from underneath the…wherever it was…and carried to the sink. As they waited for the bucket to fill, they ran to the icemaker and started putting ice into the already freezing water. Goten turned off the faucet and Chibi added a few more handfuls of ice cubes to the bucket.
"That should do it," Chibi said with a smile on his face. "Onward! To big brother's room!!"
Goten and Chibi grabbed the bucket and carried it upstairs, trying not to spill any of the ice water. On the way, they ran into Vegeta and Goku.
"What are you two doing?" Vegeta asked curiously.
"Um…nothing…"
"We're…uh…going to clean…my toys…yeah that's it. We're going to clean my toys," Chibi said nervously.
Vegeta grunted, deciding that it was beneath his concern and returned to the gravity chamber, motioning for Goku to follow. Goku scratched his head and said, "Well, have fun kids."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Baka."
The boys looked at each other, then began to, once again, carry the bucket up the stairs towards Mirai Trunks' room. When they reached the aforementioned destination, they saw the boy from the future sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
"You stay here," Chibi Trunks commanded while heading off to Bulma's room.
Goten waited, bucket in hand, by Mirai Trunks' door. When Chibi returned, he was holding a couple of bottles of hair dye. They entered his room and cautiously placed the bucket of water next to his bed, careful not to wake the slumbering man. Grinning evilly, they began to apply the dye. (hey that rhymes. ^^)
After the hair dye had settled in, Goten and Chibi both inhaled deeply and bellowed at the top of their lungs into the unsuspecting boy's ear.
"What??!!!!" Trunks yelled, sitting up in his bed. He looked to either side of him and saw his tormenters. "What do you bastards want???!!!!"
"Well, that wasn't nice…" Chibi said, pouting slightly.
Trunks glared at his younger self. "Well then, let me re-phrase that. What the fuck do you brats want from me???!! …Better?"
The two children smiled. They enjoyed agitating him like this. "Mr. Future Man, have you looked at your hair lately?" Goten asked, innocently.
Trunks' eyes widened, and he rushed to his mirror. Seeing his reflection, he felt tears sting his eyes. "Not my beautiful hair…" He glared at the kids who damaged his formerly perfect locks. "I'm going to kill you two. I mean, come on! As if having purple hair isn't enough!! Now I've got pink!!!! And…dear Dende-sama!!! Are those GREEN HIGHLIGHTS????!!!!!"
Right about now, the boys realized they couldn't hold it any more and burst into hysterics. Mirai Trunks tried his best to control his temper as he watched his past self and his best friend rolling on the floor laughing at his expense. Chibi Trunks was the first to regain his composure.
"Don't worry big brother. It'll wash out. Let us help you…" said Chibi, grinning sinisterly.
Trunks raised an, now pink and green, eyebrow. (Yup, they got his brows too.) "I don't think so."
"Tough nuggies!!!" Goten said laughing.
The evil pranksters ran to Trunks' bed and grabbed the bucket. Goten and Chibi levitated above Mirai Trunks' head, each holding one side of the water-filled bucket. Trunks looked on in confusion as they slowly began to empty the bucket's contents onto the poor cutie below.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Mirai Trunks screamed, as he became soaked with freezing water.
He pushed away the wet hair that laid in his face, and watched as his tormenters ran at full speed out of his room. He narrowed his eyes and growled, "You two are so dead…"
The giggling duo headed downstairs towards the gravity room where their fathers were sparring. As they opened the door, their respective sires stopped fighting and glanced at them.
"What is it, Goten?" Goku asked, seeing his youngest child grinning widely.
"Nothing. We just need a place to hide."
Chibi closed the door and smirked. Vegeta glared at him. "What did you do this time?"
Before he could reply, a pink-haired (and green streaked) Mirai Trunks walked in dripping from head to toe. Vegeta raised his eyebrows, and Goku bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh.
"Vegeta," said the seething demi Saiya-jin. "Make sure those bastards leave me the hell alone!!!"
"Oooo…big brother said another bad word…!" Chibi said.
Mirai narrowed his eyes at him. "I'll show you bad word…" he said menacingly. "If you ever come within two feet of me, I will personally make sure that you are bedridden for the rest of your natural life. Got me?"
"Hey, Trunks? Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" asked Goku.
"Harsh? You call that harsh? They snuck into MY room, interrupted MY sleep, injured MY flawless hair, drenched MY ENTIRE BODY with fuckin' ICE water, and you have the AUDACITY to tell me that was harsh??!!!" Mirai Trunks sighed. "All I want is a little sleep. Is that so much to ask?"
Suddenly, everyone's attention was diverted over to where Vegeta was standing. Only now he wasn't standing. He was rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach, and laughing, quite loudly at that.
"Father! I don't find it funny at all!!!"
"Of course *you* don't. You're the one whose standing there in your boxers with pink and green hair and soaked with ice water," Vegeta said between fits of laughter.
Mirai Trunks closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten. Once he discovered it did absolutely nothing for his anger, he decided to take physical action. He calmly walked over to his father, picked him up his hair, and blasted him into a wall.
"Damn you, father," Trunks said as he walked out of the gravity room.
Now it was everyone else's turn to laugh as Vegeta fumed, slightly toasted, in his own private indention. Goku, still laughing, went after Trunks to make sure he didn't destroy the planet. He could do that, ya know.
"Hey, Trunks. Wait up!"
Trunks made no move to acknowledge his request. Instead, he continued walking to Bulma's laboratory. Goku followed him, now slightly curious.
"Mom?" Trunks said, barely disturbing Bulma from her latest experiment.
"Yes dear?" Bulma answered, not bothering to look up.
"I need your permission to assassinate that sorry excuse for a…me…and to also slay my father. I hope you don't mind."
Bulma turned to her son from the future and looked at him, confusion clearly written across her face. "Why would you want to—" she stopped as he noticed his hair. And his lack of dryness. And his boxers. "Trunks…why…"
"That child of yours and Goku's youngest demon-spawn did this to me. So can I kill them?"
"I'm sorry, no. I can't let you do that. But I'll tell you what you can do. You can properly punish them. Once Chichi hears about this, I'm sure she won't mind." Finally becoming aware of Goku's presence, she glanced at him. "And you don't mind, do you Son-kun?"
"Well…" Goku began.
"Good. I didn't think you would. Oh, where does Vegeta fall into this, Trunks?"
"Oh man, you should've seen it, Bulma," Goku started. "It was hilarious. When Trunks walked in, I could have sworn someone was going to die. If looks could kill, man!!! If looks could kill!!! Then Vegeta laughed, I mean he LAUGHED for cryin' out loud!! And then Trunks picked him up by his little troll-hair and blasted him into the wall!!!! It was so—"
*BOOM* Goku was in the next room. "Ouch…"
"I hope you plan on fixing that, Trunks," Bulma said, amusement evident in her voice. She stared at the rather large hole that used to be the lab's left wall. "Gee, Trunks. Didn't know you had it in ya…"
Trunks scowled. "He was beginning to annoy me. Anyway, it's obvious that I'm not going to get ANY sleep at all. Mom, can you invent something that can instantly get this crap out of my hair? Like in the next few minutes. I can't go out in public with pink hair!"
"And green highlights," Bulma added, trying not to giggle.
The boy from the future sighed. "Right. Green highlights. I appreciate the reminder. Anyway, I have a reputation to uphold."
Bulma quirked an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Well, you hair dye remover should be done in a while."
"Thanks. I'm gonna go get dressed, and those pathetic little half-breeds better not come near me…" Trunks trailed off, thinking of possible tortures for the brats. Nobody messes with Trunks Vegeta Briefs' hair and gets away with it.
TBC
Heheheheh…don't get on Trunks' bad side… What kind of revenge is our innocent boy planning? What could he do that would be the equivalent of…*sniff*…damaging his perfect hair? And THEN the kids went on to drench him with ICE water…poor baby. Stay tuned for the next chapter of this oh so wonderful fic! Yeah, whatever… 9_9
Chapter 3
1 Warnings: humor, maybe a slightly OOC Goten, stuff like that
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Except a few cards, vids, and animated gifs that I stole from ppls sites and stuck on my hard drive. Not like I have a site to put them on… ^___^;;; Eheheheh…nevermind….*sweatdrop*
AN: Does Mirai Trunks snore? Just wondering…^^
Goten's eyes widened at the mischievous plan that was being told to him. His shocked expression soon turned into one of amusement as more of the plan was revealed unto him.
"You got all that?" Chibi Trunks asked Goten.
Goten nodded slowly, the classic Son Grin™ playing on his lips. Chibi Trunks rolled his eyes and explained the plan to his friend once again, making sure that he put it in the simplest terms possible. Actually, Goten had understood the first time and was just thinking about the plan as a whole. Strangely, his look of thought is quite similar to his look of utter confusion.
When Chibi had completed the task of re-explaining, Goten grinned and shouted, "Wicked awesome!!"
Chibi smirked, assuming a 'holier-than-thou' expression, one that could put even the evilest of evil villains' 'holier-than-thou' expressions to shame. Chibi cracked his knuckles. "Let's do this."
"Cool," Goten added, trying his best to imitate a smirk.
The two mischief-makers walked into the kitchen. When they got there, they found Gohan getting an ice bag and placing it on the rather large bump forming on the side of his head.
Chibi raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"
Gohan glanced at him and frowned. "Your counterpart is evil!! He threw a shoe at me!! A very hard shoe…" he said, rubbing his head. It had taken a while, but the impact had finally reached through his hard head and decided to form a bulge on his cranium.
Goten suppressed an urge to laugh at his older brother. "Don't worry Gohan. We'll get him back for you. Trunks has a—oof!!"
"Sshhh!!!" Chibi said, elbowing Goten in his stomach.
"Trunks has a what?" Gohan asked.
"Heheheh…nothing…Trunks doesn't have a plan…nope. Uh-uh," Goten said, rubbing his midsection.
Chibi Trunks buried his face in his hand. "Oi…"
Gohan eyed the two kids suspiciously. "Whatever," he said, walking away and leaving the children to do whatever they pleased.
Chibi Trunks breathed a sigh of relief. "He's onto us, but doesn't seem to care. That's a good thing. I hope. Anyway, let's put our scheme into action."
Goten went to the sink and turned on the cold water while Chibi retrieved a bucket from underneath the…wherever it was…and carried to the sink. As they waited for the bucket to fill, they ran to the icemaker and started putting ice into the already freezing water. Goten turned off the faucet and Chibi added a few more handfuls of ice cubes to the bucket.
"That should do it," Chibi said with a smile on his face. "Onward! To big brother's room!!"
Goten and Chibi grabbed the bucket and carried it upstairs, trying not to spill any of the ice water. On the way, they ran into Vegeta and Goku.
"What are you two doing?" Vegeta asked curiously.
"Um…nothing…"
"We're…uh…going to clean…my toys…yeah that's it. We're going to clean my toys," Chibi said nervously.
Vegeta grunted, deciding that it was beneath his concern and returned to the gravity chamber, motioning for Goku to follow. Goku scratched his head and said, "Well, have fun kids."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Baka."
The boys looked at each other, then began to, once again, carry the bucket up the stairs towards Mirai Trunks' room. When they reached the aforementioned destination, they saw the boy from the future sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
"You stay here," Chibi Trunks commanded while heading off to Bulma's room.
Goten waited, bucket in hand, by Mirai Trunks' door. When Chibi returned, he was holding a couple of bottles of hair dye. They entered his room and cautiously placed the bucket of water next to his bed, careful not to wake the slumbering man. Grinning evilly, they began to apply the dye. (hey that rhymes. ^^)
After the hair dye had settled in, Goten and Chibi both inhaled deeply and bellowed at the top of their lungs into the unsuspecting boy's ear.
"What??!!!!" Trunks yelled, sitting up in his bed. He looked to either side of him and saw his tormenters. "What do you bastards want???!!!!"
"Well, that wasn't nice…" Chibi said, pouting slightly.
Trunks glared at his younger self. "Well then, let me re-phrase that. What the fuck do you brats want from me???!! …Better?"
The two children smiled. They enjoyed agitating him like this. "Mr. Future Man, have you looked at your hair lately?" Goten asked, innocently.
Trunks' eyes widened, and he rushed to his mirror. Seeing his reflection, he felt tears sting his eyes. "Not my beautiful hair…" He glared at the kids who damaged his formerly perfect locks. "I'm going to kill you two. I mean, come on! As if having purple hair isn't enough!! Now I've got pink!!!! And…dear Dende-sama!!! Are those GREEN HIGHLIGHTS????!!!!!"
Right about now, the boys realized they couldn't hold it any more and burst into hysterics. Mirai Trunks tried his best to control his temper as he watched his past self and his best friend rolling on the floor laughing at his expense. Chibi Trunks was the first to regain his composure.
"Don't worry big brother. It'll wash out. Let us help you…" said Chibi, grinning sinisterly.
Trunks raised an, now pink and green, eyebrow. (Yup, they got his brows too.) "I don't think so."
"Tough nuggies!!!" Goten said laughing.
The evil pranksters ran to Trunks' bed and grabbed the bucket. Goten and Chibi levitated above Mirai Trunks' head, each holding one side of the water-filled bucket. Trunks looked on in confusion as they slowly began to empty the bucket's contents onto the poor cutie below.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Mirai Trunks screamed, as he became soaked with freezing water.
He pushed away the wet hair that laid in his face, and watched as his tormenters ran at full speed out of his room. He narrowed his eyes and growled, "You two are so dead…"
The giggling duo headed downstairs towards the gravity room where their fathers were sparring. As they opened the door, their respective sires stopped fighting and glanced at them.
"What is it, Goten?" Goku asked, seeing his youngest child grinning widely.
"Nothing. We just need a place to hide."
Chibi closed the door and smirked. Vegeta glared at him. "What did you do this time?"
Before he could reply, a pink-haired (and green streaked) Mirai Trunks walked in dripping from head to toe. Vegeta raised his eyebrows, and Goku bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh.
"Vegeta," said the seething demi Saiya-jin. "Make sure those bastards leave me the hell alone!!!"
"Oooo…big brother said another bad word…!" Chibi said.
Mirai narrowed his eyes at him. "I'll show you bad word…" he said menacingly. "If you ever come within two feet of me, I will personally make sure that you are bedridden for the rest of your natural life. Got me?"
"Hey, Trunks? Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" asked Goku.
"Harsh? You call that harsh? They snuck into MY room, interrupted MY sleep, injured MY flawless hair, drenched MY ENTIRE BODY with fuckin' ICE water, and you have the AUDACITY to tell me that was harsh??!!!" Mirai Trunks sighed. "All I want is a little sleep. Is that so much to ask?"
Suddenly, everyone's attention was diverted over to where Vegeta was standing. Only now he wasn't standing. He was rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach, and laughing, quite loudly at that.
"Father! I don't find it funny at all!!!"
"Of course *you* don't. You're the one whose standing there in your boxers with pink and green hair and soaked with ice water," Vegeta said between fits of laughter.
Mirai Trunks closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten. Once he discovered it did absolutely nothing for his anger, he decided to take physical action. He calmly walked over to his father, picked him up his hair, and blasted him into a wall.
"Damn you, father," Trunks said as he walked out of the gravity room.
Now it was everyone else's turn to laugh as Vegeta fumed, slightly toasted, in his own private indention. Goku, still laughing, went after Trunks to make sure he didn't destroy the planet. He could do that, ya know.
"Hey, Trunks. Wait up!"
Trunks made no move to acknowledge his request. Instead, he continued walking to Bulma's laboratory. Goku followed him, now slightly curious.
"Mom?" Trunks said, barely disturbing Bulma from her latest experiment.
"Yes dear?" Bulma answered, not bothering to look up.
"I need your permission to assassinate that sorry excuse for a…me…and to also slay my father. I hope you don't mind."
Bulma turned to her son from the future and looked at him, confusion clearly written across her face. "Why would you want to—" she stopped as he noticed his hair. And his lack of dryness. And his boxers. "Trunks…why…"
"That child of yours and Goku's youngest demon-spawn did this to me. So can I kill them?"
"I'm sorry, no. I can't let you do that. But I'll tell you what you can do. You can properly punish them. Once Chichi hears about this, I'm sure she won't mind." Finally becoming aware of Goku's presence, she glanced at him. "And you don't mind, do you Son-kun?"
"Well…" Goku began.
"Good. I didn't think you would. Oh, where does Vegeta fall into this, Trunks?"
"Oh man, you should've seen it, Bulma," Goku started. "It was hilarious. When Trunks walked in, I could have sworn someone was going to die. If looks could kill, man!!! If looks could kill!!! Then Vegeta laughed, I mean he LAUGHED for cryin' out loud!! And then Trunks picked him up by his little troll-hair and blasted him into the wall!!!! It was so—"
*BOOM* Goku was in the next room. "Ouch…"
"I hope you plan on fixing that, Trunks," Bulma said, amusement evident in her voice. She stared at the rather large hole that used to be the lab's left wall. "Gee, Trunks. Didn't know you had it in ya…"
Trunks scowled. "He was beginning to annoy me. Anyway, it's obvious that I'm not going to get ANY sleep at all. Mom, can you invent something that can instantly get this crap out of my hair? Like in the next few minutes. I can't go out in public with pink hair!"
"And green highlights," Bulma added, trying not to giggle.
The boy from the future sighed. "Right. Green highlights. I appreciate the reminder. Anyway, I have a reputation to uphold."
Bulma quirked an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Well, you hair dye remover should be done in a while."
"Thanks. I'm gonna go get dressed, and those pathetic little half-breeds better not come near me…" Trunks trailed off, thinking of possible tortures for the brats. Nobody messes with Trunks Vegeta Briefs' hair and gets away with it.
TBC
Heheheheh…don't get on Trunks' bad side… What kind of revenge is our innocent boy planning? What could he do that would be the equivalent of…*sniff*…damaging his perfect hair? And THEN the kids went on to drench him with ICE water…poor baby. Stay tuned for the next chapter of this oh so wonderful fic! Yeah, whatever… 9_9