The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I don't own these wonderful fictional characters. Yes, I know. Very surprising…… 9_9
Author's Note: Yeah, I know. It's been almost a month since I updated, but I have an excuse!! Really!! *sniff* School sucks… And I think that's all that needs to be said….
Oh, and I forgot to mention this in the last chapter: One of the reviewers (strawbaby) asked about the pineapple incident. My response to that is no, it's not a fic, but it very well could be. I feel an epiphany coming on…^_^
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Mirai Trunks sighed as Marron forced him into his room. The blonde girl reached into her backpack and pulled out a small table complete with two tiny chairs, just the right size for a toddler.
"Uh…Marron…" Mirai Trunks began, raising his eyebrows.
"Sshhh…not while I'm pulling stuff out of my magical backpack…" Marron replied.
Mirai Trunks sighed again. *Backpack of Doom is more like it… I can't believe that I let myself get into this predicament.* Trunks blinked and scratched his head, a habit he picked up from the Gohan in his time. *What the…?*
After Marron had decorated the miniature table with the appropriate equipment for the tea party, she again reached into her bag and this time pulled out something to make Trunks' hair stand on end. It was a dress—a very revealing dress at that. No doubt it belonged to her mother.
"Here," Marron said, holding out the outfit for Trunks to take. "Put this on."
"WHAT???!!!"
"Yeah. You have to be dressed up if you wanna play tea party. You know that, silly."
"But…last time…you never said…" Trunks stammered.
"Aw, come on, Mr. Trunksie. You said you would play with me…" Marron said, once again the Bambi eyes appearing on her face.
Trunks groaned. The things he did for little teenyboppers. "Do I really have to put on the dress?"
Marron nodded, an evil grin on her lips. "Don't worry. This will be lots of fun."
"Yeah, maybe for you…" Trunks muttered, taking the dress from Marron's outstretched hands. "But if anybody sees me in this…someone will die."
Marron smiled and walked out of the bedroom. "Now, I expect you to have that dress on by the time I get back."
"Uh…sure…hey, where are you…?"
"Don't worry 'bout me. I'm just gonna go put on MY dress. This'll be so much fun!" Marron squealed, running to the nearest bathroom.
After both Trunks and Marron had changed into their new attire, they settled down into the small chairs. Marron daintily sat on her chair while Trunks, being the muscular hunk that he is, crushed his chair the instant his perfect rear perched upon it. Trunks sighed, yet again.
"Um, Marron? You wouldn't happen to have an adult sized chair in that thing would you?" he asked, pointing to Marron's almighty knapsack.
"Uh-uh. You'll just have to sit on the floor."
"Fine with me."
"Would you like some more tea?" she asked.
"……Sure. Why not," Mirai Trunks replied, holding out his teacup while Marron poured him invisible tea from her plastic teapot.
Marron stared at him while he stared at the air in his cup. "Well," she began. "Drink it."
*Drink what?!* Trunks sipped his invisible tea and smiled. "Mmm. It's very good, Marron," he forced himself to say.
"Now, we will have a little break," Marron said.
Trunks silently thanked Dende for this, but his gratitude was soon stopped short as the little toddler pulled out a few more things from her backpack. Trunks furrowed his eyebrows as Marron placed blush, lipstick, eyeshadow, and other sorts of beauty products on the table.
*What is this stuff for?*
As if hearing his thoughts, Marron smiled broadly and said, "We're going to have a make-over and you are going first."
"Huh?" Trunks blinked.
Marron said nothing, only walked up behind him, hairbrush in hand. Trunks sat, confused, as Marron started to brush his long hair. Several minutes later, Trunks couldn't bear it any longer and decided to ask, "What are you doing to my hair?"
Before answering, she squirted an excessive amount of hairspray on his head. "Nothing. I was just fixing your hair. Now it looks pretty."
*Dear Dende, I just finished wishing my hair back to normal…*
Trunks cautiously brought a hand up to his hair and touched it. Instead of his usual gorgeously straight hair, he found that various sized braids adorned his head. He bit his lip to suppress an oncoming whimper.
"Marron…why did you put braids in my hair?" he asked nicely.
"So you would look pretty! What? You don't like them?" she asked, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
"Aw man. No, that's not it, Marron. They're…interesting…"
"Good! Then you'll LOVE what I do to your face!!"
"That's not what I said…"
Mirai Trunks had no time to protest as Marron began to apply bright red lipstick to his lips and a purple-ish eyeshadow to his eyes. Trunks closed his eyes and wondered to himself. *Why am I letting her do this to me? Oh yeah, that's right. I'm an idiot.*
"Okay. All done," Marron stated happily about fifteen minutes later.
She led him over to his mirror. Trunks took a deep breath to prepare him for the sight he was about to see.
*Oh. My. Dende.*
"So, do ya like it?" Marron chirped.
Mirai Trunks just continue to scrutinize his reflection. "I'm…a guy…in a dress…and I'm wearing lipstick…and blush…and eyeshadow…and I'm a guy… Marron, did I mention that I was a guy?"
"Uh-huh!" Marron said, nodding.
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Goten and Chibi Trunks were silently walking in the hallway where Mirai Trunks' room was located. They knew what a huge risk they were taking by walking around where people could be. Who knows what kind of humiliation these two fragile hybrids would have to endure if anyone saw them in their current situation. But they were bored, and there was nothing else to do. Suddenly, they heard giggling coming from Mirai's room. The youths glanced at each other and tiptoed up to his door.
Once they were close enough, they peeked through the door, their eyes widening. Before them was Mirai Trunks wearing a skimpy dress, braids, and badly applied makeup. Chibi Trunks smirked as the perfect form of revenge echoed throughout his mind. Blackmail!
Chibi grabbed Goten's sleeve and pulled him further down the hallway. "Do you know what this means, Goten?" he asked in an excited whisper.
Goten stared at him, a blank expression on his face. Chibi rolled his eyes. "This means that we can get big brother back for what he's done to us! All we need is a camera…"
Comprehension dawned, and Goten smiled widely. "Doesn't your mom have one?" he asked, also becoming excited.
Chibi's eyes lit up in realization. He grinned and led Goten to Bulma's room. They searched all over until they found the Polaroid camera in Bulma's dresser drawer. The duo raced back to Mirai Trunks' room and peeked inside to see the older Trunks still staring at himself in the mirror, shock written all over his handsome face.
Chibi and Goten walked into his room with evil smiles on their faces. Mirai Trunks sensed their arrival and turned to them. *Oh shit…*
"Hey big brother!" Chibi said, putting the camera to his eye.
"SAY CHEESE!!!!!!!" the twin terrors yelled in unison.
*FLASH*
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……….Poor Mirai Trunks…^_~
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I don't own these wonderful fictional characters. Yes, I know. Very surprising…… 9_9
Author's Note: Yeah, I know. It's been almost a month since I updated, but I have an excuse!! Really!! *sniff* School sucks… And I think that's all that needs to be said….
Oh, and I forgot to mention this in the last chapter: One of the reviewers (strawbaby) asked about the pineapple incident. My response to that is no, it's not a fic, but it very well could be. I feel an epiphany coming on…^_^
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Mirai Trunks sighed as Marron forced him into his room. The blonde girl reached into her backpack and pulled out a small table complete with two tiny chairs, just the right size for a toddler.
"Uh…Marron…" Mirai Trunks began, raising his eyebrows.
"Sshhh…not while I'm pulling stuff out of my magical backpack…" Marron replied.
Mirai Trunks sighed again. *Backpack of Doom is more like it… I can't believe that I let myself get into this predicament.* Trunks blinked and scratched his head, a habit he picked up from the Gohan in his time. *What the…?*
After Marron had decorated the miniature table with the appropriate equipment for the tea party, she again reached into her bag and this time pulled out something to make Trunks' hair stand on end. It was a dress—a very revealing dress at that. No doubt it belonged to her mother.
"Here," Marron said, holding out the outfit for Trunks to take. "Put this on."
"WHAT???!!!"
"Yeah. You have to be dressed up if you wanna play tea party. You know that, silly."
"But…last time…you never said…" Trunks stammered.
"Aw, come on, Mr. Trunksie. You said you would play with me…" Marron said, once again the Bambi eyes appearing on her face.
Trunks groaned. The things he did for little teenyboppers. "Do I really have to put on the dress?"
Marron nodded, an evil grin on her lips. "Don't worry. This will be lots of fun."
"Yeah, maybe for you…" Trunks muttered, taking the dress from Marron's outstretched hands. "But if anybody sees me in this…someone will die."
Marron smiled and walked out of the bedroom. "Now, I expect you to have that dress on by the time I get back."
"Uh…sure…hey, where are you…?"
"Don't worry 'bout me. I'm just gonna go put on MY dress. This'll be so much fun!" Marron squealed, running to the nearest bathroom.
After both Trunks and Marron had changed into their new attire, they settled down into the small chairs. Marron daintily sat on her chair while Trunks, being the muscular hunk that he is, crushed his chair the instant his perfect rear perched upon it. Trunks sighed, yet again.
"Um, Marron? You wouldn't happen to have an adult sized chair in that thing would you?" he asked, pointing to Marron's almighty knapsack.
"Uh-uh. You'll just have to sit on the floor."
"Fine with me."
"Would you like some more tea?" she asked.
"……Sure. Why not," Mirai Trunks replied, holding out his teacup while Marron poured him invisible tea from her plastic teapot.
Marron stared at him while he stared at the air in his cup. "Well," she began. "Drink it."
*Drink what?!* Trunks sipped his invisible tea and smiled. "Mmm. It's very good, Marron," he forced himself to say.
"Now, we will have a little break," Marron said.
Trunks silently thanked Dende for this, but his gratitude was soon stopped short as the little toddler pulled out a few more things from her backpack. Trunks furrowed his eyebrows as Marron placed blush, lipstick, eyeshadow, and other sorts of beauty products on the table.
*What is this stuff for?*
As if hearing his thoughts, Marron smiled broadly and said, "We're going to have a make-over and you are going first."
"Huh?" Trunks blinked.
Marron said nothing, only walked up behind him, hairbrush in hand. Trunks sat, confused, as Marron started to brush his long hair. Several minutes later, Trunks couldn't bear it any longer and decided to ask, "What are you doing to my hair?"
Before answering, she squirted an excessive amount of hairspray on his head. "Nothing. I was just fixing your hair. Now it looks pretty."
*Dear Dende, I just finished wishing my hair back to normal…*
Trunks cautiously brought a hand up to his hair and touched it. Instead of his usual gorgeously straight hair, he found that various sized braids adorned his head. He bit his lip to suppress an oncoming whimper.
"Marron…why did you put braids in my hair?" he asked nicely.
"So you would look pretty! What? You don't like them?" she asked, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
"Aw man. No, that's not it, Marron. They're…interesting…"
"Good! Then you'll LOVE what I do to your face!!"
"That's not what I said…"
Mirai Trunks had no time to protest as Marron began to apply bright red lipstick to his lips and a purple-ish eyeshadow to his eyes. Trunks closed his eyes and wondered to himself. *Why am I letting her do this to me? Oh yeah, that's right. I'm an idiot.*
"Okay. All done," Marron stated happily about fifteen minutes later.
She led him over to his mirror. Trunks took a deep breath to prepare him for the sight he was about to see.
*Oh. My. Dende.*
"So, do ya like it?" Marron chirped.
Mirai Trunks just continue to scrutinize his reflection. "I'm…a guy…in a dress…and I'm wearing lipstick…and blush…and eyeshadow…and I'm a guy… Marron, did I mention that I was a guy?"
"Uh-huh!" Marron said, nodding.
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Goten and Chibi Trunks were silently walking in the hallway where Mirai Trunks' room was located. They knew what a huge risk they were taking by walking around where people could be. Who knows what kind of humiliation these two fragile hybrids would have to endure if anyone saw them in their current situation. But they were bored, and there was nothing else to do. Suddenly, they heard giggling coming from Mirai's room. The youths glanced at each other and tiptoed up to his door.
Once they were close enough, they peeked through the door, their eyes widening. Before them was Mirai Trunks wearing a skimpy dress, braids, and badly applied makeup. Chibi Trunks smirked as the perfect form of revenge echoed throughout his mind. Blackmail!
Chibi grabbed Goten's sleeve and pulled him further down the hallway. "Do you know what this means, Goten?" he asked in an excited whisper.
Goten stared at him, a blank expression on his face. Chibi rolled his eyes. "This means that we can get big brother back for what he's done to us! All we need is a camera…"
Comprehension dawned, and Goten smiled widely. "Doesn't your mom have one?" he asked, also becoming excited.
Chibi's eyes lit up in realization. He grinned and led Goten to Bulma's room. They searched all over until they found the Polaroid camera in Bulma's dresser drawer. The duo raced back to Mirai Trunks' room and peeked inside to see the older Trunks still staring at himself in the mirror, shock written all over his handsome face.
Chibi and Goten walked into his room with evil smiles on their faces. Mirai Trunks sensed their arrival and turned to them. *Oh shit…*
"Hey big brother!" Chibi said, putting the camera to his eye.
"SAY CHEESE!!!!!!!" the twin terrors yelled in unison.
*FLASH*
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……….Poor Mirai Trunks…^_~