The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Chapter 4
Oh Kami, no!! Stop the Madness!!! ^o^
Disclaimer: I don't own it. 'Cause I'm not rich. …Yet… Just wait til I gots money!!!! I'll buy it from Toriyama-san and…and…and…
Mirai Trunks Clone: *points to the author* There she is, guys. Do what you gotta do.
Big, Strong, Hairy Asylum Security Worker-Dudes: *takes leelee away*
Leelee: *glares at MTC* Oh, you will be sorry, Clone. Don't forget, I own you man. Oh that's right!!! I do own something!! Gotta put it in the disclaimer. Yeah!
Disclaimer Cont'd: I control my very own Mirai Trunks Clone, courtesy of Shadow Phoenix!! Go read her fic and say hi!!!! ^___^
Author's note: Sorry this took a while to get out, but you'll get over it, ne? ^__^
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Trunks emerged from his room about an hour later, fully dressed in his usual attire: baggy gray pants, a black tanktop-thingy, and a denim Capsule Corp jacket. He tucked a few strands of his oddly colored hair behind his ear and sighed.
"Why me?" he muttered to himself. "What did I do to deserve such torture?"
He walked down the hallway towards his mother's room. On the way, though, he encountered the two Saiya-jin chibis who had turned his day into a living hell. They stopped and stared at him with wide smiles on their faces.
"Hello, big brother. How are you doing today?" Chibi asked, trying to suppress the urge to laugh. (He's got the urge…he's got the urge to herbal…! *sweatdrop*)
Trunks frowned. Not saying anything, he walked past the evil people and continued his journey to Bulma's room. Goten and Chibi Trunks watched him leave and burst into hysterics when he was out of earshot.
Even though he wasn't exactly in hearing distance, the demi Saiya-jins' laughter still reached his sensitive ears which really irked him to no end. Trunks decided to be the better man, so he ignored it and kept walking. He finally reached Bulma's room. He peeked through the doorway and saw his mom on her bed sleeping.
'Oh, I don't think so,' he thought. 'If I can't get any sleep, no one else can either…'
He walked over to the side of his mom's bed and tapped her on the shoulder. Bulma's eyes fluttered open, and she stretched. She looked at her son from the future and smiled.
"At least you're dry…" she said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Yeah…can you fix it?" Trunks asked, pointing to his hair. If he didn't get his hair back to normal soon, he'd either go temporarily insane or he'd never leave the house again…ever.
"Yes, dear. I finished about ten minutes ago." Bulma reached over to her nightstand and picked up a small bottle. "Go put this on your hair, let it sit for one, two minutes tops, and rinse it thoroughly."
Trunks grinned. "Thanks. I really owe you one."
"Don't mention it. Anything for my little future boy," she said, pinching his cheeks.
"Eheheh…ow…"
Trunks left Bulma's room and went to his own to get rid of the awful colors that plagued his beautiful hair. He applied the liquid, let it stand for the allotted time, and rinsed. He combed through his hair and glanced in the mirror, expecting a man with lavender hair to look back at him. Wrong.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed in frustration.
The yell was loud enough to reach the ears of every person in the building at that time. Soon Vegeta, Bulma, Chibi Trunks, Goku, Gohan, and Goten were all gathered in his room to see what had happened. When they arrived, the adults (and the teen) looked at him with total sympathy. The children laughed. Loudly. Very loudly.
"MOM!!! What did you do to me???!!!" Trunks asked, inhaling deeply in order to calm his nerves.
Poor Trunks. Bulma's new invention didn't return his hair to its original lavender tint, but instead turned it a very bright orange color. Chibi and Goten pulled themselves off the floor and attempted to fill their lungs with oxygen once more. When they finally were able to breathe again, they pointed at him and shouted in unison,
"CARROT TOP!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
The young Saiya-jins fell over, giggling madly. Trunks turned to them and glared like there was no tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes became green, his hair golden and spiked, and his aura the same color as his hair. Goten and Chibi's eyes widened and they immediately stopped laughing. They turned on their heels and ran.
Once they were gone, he powered down. He looked in the mirror again to see if transforming into a Super Saiya-jin had had any affect on his hair. It didn't. He sighed.
"Dende-sama hates me, right?" Trunks asked no one in particular.
Goku and Gohan smiled. Vegeta smirked. He had a son with orange hair. This was too funny. Bulma walked up to him and patted his shoulder.
"I am so sorry, Trunks. I don't know how this could have happened. I'll go get started on a corrective formula right away," she said, turning to go back to her lab.
"NO!! I mean, you've helped enough… Can I use your dragon radar?"
Bulma looked at him oddly. "Sure. I'll get it for you."
Trunks smirked. And Vegeta was still smirking from before. Goku and Gohan stared at the two mirror images.
"Freaky…" the father and son duo said together.
*~~~~~~~~*
"Thanks a lot, mom. I appreciate it," Trunks said, walking out the main entrance.
"No prob. But what are you going to do with my dragon radar?" Bulma asked.
"Well you did say I could punish those twerps…"
Trunks powered up and began his search for the dragon balls. A few hours later, he had gathered all seven of the orange spheres. He smiled to himself and headed to Kami's (Dende's?) Lookout. He landed on the large platform and started to walk toward Dende and Mr. Popo.
*SQUISH*
Trunks looked down, slightly confused. He lifted his shoe and saw a flattened frog beneath it. "Did I kill it…?"
"No, he'll be fine."
Trunks glanced up and saw both Dende and Mr. Popo coming to greet him. They smiled. Trunks waved. Well, he waved the best he could, considering he was carrying seven dragon balls.
"What's brings you here, Trunks? As if I didn't already know," Dende said, grinning. Then he tilted his head to the side. "Nice shade of orange…"
"Yeah…thanks… That's kinda why I'm here. Um…I was wondering if you guys could summon Shenlong for me. I need to wish for some things and they're really important."
Dende nodded. Trunks placed the dragon balls in front of the young guardian. Dende held his hands out, muttered something in the Namekian language, and soon the eternal dragon rose from the glowing balls.
"What is your wish?" the dragon's voice boomed.
"I wish that my hair be turned back to normal!"
Shenlong's eyes flashed briefly, and Trunks' hair was that awesomely cute shade of lavender once more. Trunks touched his hair, brought it in front of his eyes, and examined it. He beamed.
"All right!! Dude, you rock!!"
'I rock?' thought Shenlong. 'Cool…'
"What is your next wish?" the dragon asked.
Trunks smirked and rubbed his hands together. "I wish…"
*~~~~~~~~~*
Goten and Chibi Trunks were running through the house playing tag. Goten was 'it.' Chibi just barely dodged his best friend's touch and dived behind a chair. Goten climbed on top of the chair and looked down at Chibi, grinning like his father. He reached down to tag him, but Chibi crawled away. They chased each other a while more before they passed the bathroom. From the doorway, one could see directly into a mirror. Chibi just happened to glance in that direction and came to an abrupt halt.
Goten crashed into him. "OW! What did ya stop for, Trunks?"
Chibi said nothing and kept his focus on the mirror, his eyes wide. Goten followed his gaze, his eyes also widening in horror at his reflection.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
TBC
Readers: WHAT???!! You make us read this sorry ass chapter and then you leave us hangin' like that??!!! NNNOOOO!!!!
Leelee: *dodges flying food* I'm sorry….really….*sweatdrop* Ack!!! No! Trunks Clone from the Future!! Help me!!
MTC: *raises an eyebrow* Help yourself. You're the author.
Leelee: I hate you…
MTC: No, you don't.
Leelee: *sigh*
What did Mirai Trunks wish for that was so terrible? Can an eternal dragon actually 'rock'? Did anyone notice Captain Ginyu's cameo? Find out in the next installment of……what's this fic called? ^_^;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Chapter 4
Oh Kami, no!! Stop the Madness!!! ^o^
Disclaimer: I don't own it. 'Cause I'm not rich. …Yet… Just wait til I gots money!!!! I'll buy it from Toriyama-san and…and…and…
Mirai Trunks Clone: *points to the author* There she is, guys. Do what you gotta do.
Big, Strong, Hairy Asylum Security Worker-Dudes: *takes leelee away*
Leelee: *glares at MTC* Oh, you will be sorry, Clone. Don't forget, I own you man. Oh that's right!!! I do own something!! Gotta put it in the disclaimer. Yeah!
Disclaimer Cont'd: I control my very own Mirai Trunks Clone, courtesy of Shadow Phoenix!! Go read her fic and say hi!!!! ^___^
Author's note: Sorry this took a while to get out, but you'll get over it, ne? ^__^
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Trunks emerged from his room about an hour later, fully dressed in his usual attire: baggy gray pants, a black tanktop-thingy, and a denim Capsule Corp jacket. He tucked a few strands of his oddly colored hair behind his ear and sighed.
"Why me?" he muttered to himself. "What did I do to deserve such torture?"
He walked down the hallway towards his mother's room. On the way, though, he encountered the two Saiya-jin chibis who had turned his day into a living hell. They stopped and stared at him with wide smiles on their faces.
"Hello, big brother. How are you doing today?" Chibi asked, trying to suppress the urge to laugh. (He's got the urge…he's got the urge to herbal…! *sweatdrop*)
Trunks frowned. Not saying anything, he walked past the evil people and continued his journey to Bulma's room. Goten and Chibi Trunks watched him leave and burst into hysterics when he was out of earshot.
Even though he wasn't exactly in hearing distance, the demi Saiya-jins' laughter still reached his sensitive ears which really irked him to no end. Trunks decided to be the better man, so he ignored it and kept walking. He finally reached Bulma's room. He peeked through the doorway and saw his mom on her bed sleeping.
'Oh, I don't think so,' he thought. 'If I can't get any sleep, no one else can either…'
He walked over to the side of his mom's bed and tapped her on the shoulder. Bulma's eyes fluttered open, and she stretched. She looked at her son from the future and smiled.
"At least you're dry…" she said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Yeah…can you fix it?" Trunks asked, pointing to his hair. If he didn't get his hair back to normal soon, he'd either go temporarily insane or he'd never leave the house again…ever.
"Yes, dear. I finished about ten minutes ago." Bulma reached over to her nightstand and picked up a small bottle. "Go put this on your hair, let it sit for one, two minutes tops, and rinse it thoroughly."
Trunks grinned. "Thanks. I really owe you one."
"Don't mention it. Anything for my little future boy," she said, pinching his cheeks.
"Eheheh…ow…"
Trunks left Bulma's room and went to his own to get rid of the awful colors that plagued his beautiful hair. He applied the liquid, let it stand for the allotted time, and rinsed. He combed through his hair and glanced in the mirror, expecting a man with lavender hair to look back at him. Wrong.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed in frustration.
The yell was loud enough to reach the ears of every person in the building at that time. Soon Vegeta, Bulma, Chibi Trunks, Goku, Gohan, and Goten were all gathered in his room to see what had happened. When they arrived, the adults (and the teen) looked at him with total sympathy. The children laughed. Loudly. Very loudly.
"MOM!!! What did you do to me???!!!" Trunks asked, inhaling deeply in order to calm his nerves.
Poor Trunks. Bulma's new invention didn't return his hair to its original lavender tint, but instead turned it a very bright orange color. Chibi and Goten pulled themselves off the floor and attempted to fill their lungs with oxygen once more. When they finally were able to breathe again, they pointed at him and shouted in unison,
"CARROT TOP!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
The young Saiya-jins fell over, giggling madly. Trunks turned to them and glared like there was no tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes became green, his hair golden and spiked, and his aura the same color as his hair. Goten and Chibi's eyes widened and they immediately stopped laughing. They turned on their heels and ran.
Once they were gone, he powered down. He looked in the mirror again to see if transforming into a Super Saiya-jin had had any affect on his hair. It didn't. He sighed.
"Dende-sama hates me, right?" Trunks asked no one in particular.
Goku and Gohan smiled. Vegeta smirked. He had a son with orange hair. This was too funny. Bulma walked up to him and patted his shoulder.
"I am so sorry, Trunks. I don't know how this could have happened. I'll go get started on a corrective formula right away," she said, turning to go back to her lab.
"NO!! I mean, you've helped enough… Can I use your dragon radar?"
Bulma looked at him oddly. "Sure. I'll get it for you."
Trunks smirked. And Vegeta was still smirking from before. Goku and Gohan stared at the two mirror images.
"Freaky…" the father and son duo said together.
*~~~~~~~~*
"Thanks a lot, mom. I appreciate it," Trunks said, walking out the main entrance.
"No prob. But what are you going to do with my dragon radar?" Bulma asked.
"Well you did say I could punish those twerps…"
Trunks powered up and began his search for the dragon balls. A few hours later, he had gathered all seven of the orange spheres. He smiled to himself and headed to Kami's (Dende's?) Lookout. He landed on the large platform and started to walk toward Dende and Mr. Popo.
*SQUISH*
Trunks looked down, slightly confused. He lifted his shoe and saw a flattened frog beneath it. "Did I kill it…?"
"No, he'll be fine."
Trunks glanced up and saw both Dende and Mr. Popo coming to greet him. They smiled. Trunks waved. Well, he waved the best he could, considering he was carrying seven dragon balls.
"What's brings you here, Trunks? As if I didn't already know," Dende said, grinning. Then he tilted his head to the side. "Nice shade of orange…"
"Yeah…thanks… That's kinda why I'm here. Um…I was wondering if you guys could summon Shenlong for me. I need to wish for some things and they're really important."
Dende nodded. Trunks placed the dragon balls in front of the young guardian. Dende held his hands out, muttered something in the Namekian language, and soon the eternal dragon rose from the glowing balls.
"What is your wish?" the dragon's voice boomed.
"I wish that my hair be turned back to normal!"
Shenlong's eyes flashed briefly, and Trunks' hair was that awesomely cute shade of lavender once more. Trunks touched his hair, brought it in front of his eyes, and examined it. He beamed.
"All right!! Dude, you rock!!"
'I rock?' thought Shenlong. 'Cool…'
"What is your next wish?" the dragon asked.
Trunks smirked and rubbed his hands together. "I wish…"
*~~~~~~~~~*
Goten and Chibi Trunks were running through the house playing tag. Goten was 'it.' Chibi just barely dodged his best friend's touch and dived behind a chair. Goten climbed on top of the chair and looked down at Chibi, grinning like his father. He reached down to tag him, but Chibi crawled away. They chased each other a while more before they passed the bathroom. From the doorway, one could see directly into a mirror. Chibi just happened to glance in that direction and came to an abrupt halt.
Goten crashed into him. "OW! What did ya stop for, Trunks?"
Chibi said nothing and kept his focus on the mirror, his eyes wide. Goten followed his gaze, his eyes also widening in horror at his reflection.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
TBC
Readers: WHAT???!! You make us read this sorry ass chapter and then you leave us hangin' like that??!!! NNNOOOO!!!!
Leelee: *dodges flying food* I'm sorry….really….*sweatdrop* Ack!!! No! Trunks Clone from the Future!! Help me!!
MTC: *raises an eyebrow* Help yourself. You're the author.
Leelee: I hate you…
MTC: No, you don't.
Leelee: *sigh*
What did Mirai Trunks wish for that was so terrible? Can an eternal dragon actually 'rock'? Did anyone notice Captain Ginyu's cameo? Find out in the next installment of……what's this fic called? ^_^;;;;;;;;;;;;;