The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Chapter 8
Warnings: humor and some impending kawaiiness towards the end
Disclaimer: Hello. Akira Toriyama here. I would just like to say that I am pleased to take the rights of DBZ away from FUNimation (the evil bastards that f*cked up my precious masterpiece) and hand them over to leelee.
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Why do I have this odd feeling that none of you believed that? ^.^ *sigh* For the sake of the lawyer that's probably looking for me right now because I have criminal written all over my face, I have, never will, and cannot dream to own the wonderful graphic animation that is Dragonball Z.
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Goten and Chibi Trunks fell to the ground after their ten billionth attempt at standing in the high gravity. Sweat from their foreheads dropped to the tile as they crawled on all fours to the nearest wall. Once there, they propped themselves up against the railing and heaved a sigh.
"We should just turn off the gravity ourselves and get out of here," Chibi said.
Goten stared at his companion as though he were some sort of madman. "Have you gone crazy?! We can't do that! What if he finds us??! We'll be dead meat for sure!" he retorted, donning the more rational role of the two of them.
Chibi Trunks thought for a moment. "Hmm.let's just tell him mom let us out. Yeah! We could say that she felt that it was some sort of child abuse. All you have to do is give him those puppy-dog eyes, and we'll be home free for sure!"
Goten frowned. "I don't know, Trunks. He seemed pretty mad. I think he meant what he said when he told us that we wouldn't like it if we ran away and he found us."
Chibi furrowed his eyebrows and sighed heavily. "I guess you're right. When do you think he'll give us food?"
Goten shrugged. "I just hope it's soon. I'm starving!!" As if on cue, his stomach roared to confirm his statement.
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After completing the laborious task of removing the tight braids from his hair, Mirai Trunks stripped out of the Kami-forsaken dress and stepped into the hot shower. (Okay girls, create a mental picture and drool! Think about this for a minute.Trunks.water.soap.Trunks.muscles.steam.Trunks.no clothes. Are you otakus catching my drift here? ^_______^)
He sighed in content as he let the hot water roll over his tense muscles and wash away the stress of this horrible day. He commenced to wash the makeup from his face and contemplated on how long he should make the two demon spawns suffer.
'In any case, this punishment should make them stronger,' he mused. 'Though three hundred times Earth's normal gravity may be a bit much.'
He frowned as his conscience began to seep into the front of his mind. He began to think that maybe he should let them out and find another form of discipline for them. He shook his head and decided that he'd just bring them something to eat as soon as he got dressed. At the sudden realization that the water was cooling off, he washed himself quickly and turned off the gentle spray of water.
Mirai Trunks toweled himself dry and wrapped the cloth around his waist. He grabbed another towel and dried off his hair while walking out of the bathroom and into his room. Throwing the towels onto a nearby chair, he put on a pair of jeans and a black tanktop and tied his long strands of lavender hair into a ponytail.
The man from the future walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He grabbed two super-sized bags of potato chips and went to the gravity chamber. The two chibis inside lifted their heads when they felt the pressure that had been forcing them down dissipate into nothing as Mirai Trunks entered the room.
Goten eyed the two bags of chips hungrily, drool practically flowing from his mouth like a waterfall. Chibi had a little more self-control, but he too was eyeing those bags with the same amount of hunger in his eyes. Mirai Trunks, deciding to take his revenge to the max, waved the bags in front of them tauntingly.
"You want them, come and get them," he said grinning.
Chibi growled, accepting his challenge. He jumped up and reached for them, but as soon as he was about to grab the chips, the older version of himself jerked them out of his reach. Goten, anticipating that move, lunged for the bags. Since Mirai Trunks was a more experienced fighter, he expected something like this and moved the bags away at the last minute.
"No fair!" Goten yelled as he floated in mid air.
"Who ever said life was fair?" Mirai Trunks countered.
Goten pouted and glanced at Chibi. Chibi nodded once and they both returned their attention to a now confused Mirai Trunks. The future boy raised an eyebrow as the small partners in crime grinned widely at him. Without any warning at all, they leaped at Mirai, tackling him to the ground and knocking the chips out of his grasp. Goten sat on his stomach as Chibi dove for the chips.
"HAHA!!! We are the winners!" Chibi said, holding up their prize in triumph.
Goten jumped off Mirai Trunks' midsection and took the bag Chibi offered to him. They tore open the bags and munched happily on the contents inside. Mirai stood and watched them, a smile gracing his features. He sighed.
'Now, how am I supposed to stay mad at these guys? Damn their perpetual cuteness. No wonder they always get what they want,' Mirai Trunks thought to himself as the children finished off the crumbs in the bags.
"Hey big brother," Chibi Trunks said in the most pitiful voice he could muster. "After spending an hour in here with the gravity so high, we've learned our lesson."
Goten, seeing where Chibi was going with this, chimed in with his own pitiful voice. "Yeah, we're sorry. And we won't ever do it again."
"We promise," they said in unison, flashing the irresistibly cute puppy-dog eyes.
Mirai Trunks stared at them suspiciously for a moment, well aware of their plan. 'I am such a softie.' He bent down so that he was at eye level with them. "Okay. You win. Since you've learned your lesson, you can leave the gravity room and eat like Saiya-jins again."
"Yay!!!!" the diminutive pair shouted. "We're free!!!!'
Mirai Trunks smirked. "Don't think I didn't see through that guilt trip, though."
He smiled as two sets of eyes looked at him with shock. "How.did you know.? You're a grown-up. You can't figure out guilt trips!" Goten said, sticking out his bottom lip.
Mirai laughed softly. "You two act as though you're the only ones who ever had to get out of trouble using one of those."
"Oh please. You're so polite and perfect. You could never have done anything bad in your entire lifetime," Chibi said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The older counterpart raised his eyebrow. "Oh? And who gave you that idea?"
"Mom. She thinks you're wonderful and could do no wrong."
"I think I sense a bit of jealousy." Mirai Trunks teased.
"Me? Jealous of you?! Hardly." Chibi folded his arms and looked at his future self. "Besides, I'm cuter."
"Riiiight. You just keep telling yourself that, Chibi."
Goten flashed the classic Son Grin and put his hand behind his head. "Anybody else hungry?"
"Do you ever think about anything else?!" Chibi chided his friend.
"Um.no?"
Mirai laughed and Chibi buried his face in his hand.
"Mr. Trunksie?" came a high-pitched voice from the doorway.
Mirai Trunks turned to see Marron looking at him. "Yes?"
The blonde five-year-old ran to him with her arms stretched out, silently demanding to be held. The purple haired man picked her up and rested her on his hip, one arm holding her up.
"Hey, you took out your braids," Marron said, pouting.
Mirai Trunks smiled. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you what. Next time we have a tea party, you can play with my hair all you want. How's that?"
"YAY!"
"I'm still hungry," Goten said. "I need food.or I'll.I'll starve!!!!!!!!"
Chibi smirked as an idea struck him. One could almost see the light bulb glow above his head. It's annoyance time! "Yeah me too," he whined. "I'm starving!!!! I think I'm gonna pass out.!"
Mirai Trunks stared at them. "Okay.well then let's go get some food."
"Noooo..I can't move.!!!! I'm soooooooo hungry.!!!!!!" Chibi continued. He glanced at Goten and winked.
Goten caught the signal and grinned. "Oh man, I think I'm dying.!!!" he said dramatically and groaned. "I can't make it on my own! Carry me."
Mirai Trunks massaged his temple with his free hand as the kids latched themselves onto each of his legs. They looked up at him with innocent eyes.
"Oi.I am NOT having kids! Ever," he muttered to himself as he awkwardly walked to the kitchen with a cute kid in one arm and two brats clutching his legs in a death-grip.
TBC ____________________
I bet that would be such a cute sight. *nods* If anyone would like to illustrate it, I'd be most appreciative. Okay, so it's not like I have a website to host it on.^^;;;;; But I'll be willing to give you the clone of your choice! Just e-mail it to me! ^-^ Anyway, if you readers felt that this chapter was a bit fluffier than usual.well that's probably because it was. I was in a WAFFy mood. Sue me. ^_^ You also may have noticed that Mirai Trunks was in a MUCH better mood in this chapter. What can I say? I couldn't keep him mad at them forever. Besides, a shower can work wonders. *grin* I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Maybe the next part will be out sooner than this one. The end is drawing near, folks! Popcorn and Vanilla Coke for the reviewers!
Warnings: humor and some impending kawaiiness towards the end
Disclaimer: Hello. Akira Toriyama here. I would just like to say that I am pleased to take the rights of DBZ away from FUNimation (the evil bastards that f*cked up my precious masterpiece) and hand them over to leelee.
....
Why do I have this odd feeling that none of you believed that? ^.^ *sigh* For the sake of the lawyer that's probably looking for me right now because I have criminal written all over my face, I have, never will, and cannot dream to own the wonderful graphic animation that is Dragonball Z.
***********************
Goten and Chibi Trunks fell to the ground after their ten billionth attempt at standing in the high gravity. Sweat from their foreheads dropped to the tile as they crawled on all fours to the nearest wall. Once there, they propped themselves up against the railing and heaved a sigh.
"We should just turn off the gravity ourselves and get out of here," Chibi said.
Goten stared at his companion as though he were some sort of madman. "Have you gone crazy?! We can't do that! What if he finds us??! We'll be dead meat for sure!" he retorted, donning the more rational role of the two of them.
Chibi Trunks thought for a moment. "Hmm.let's just tell him mom let us out. Yeah! We could say that she felt that it was some sort of child abuse. All you have to do is give him those puppy-dog eyes, and we'll be home free for sure!"
Goten frowned. "I don't know, Trunks. He seemed pretty mad. I think he meant what he said when he told us that we wouldn't like it if we ran away and he found us."
Chibi furrowed his eyebrows and sighed heavily. "I guess you're right. When do you think he'll give us food?"
Goten shrugged. "I just hope it's soon. I'm starving!!" As if on cue, his stomach roared to confirm his statement.
*
After completing the laborious task of removing the tight braids from his hair, Mirai Trunks stripped out of the Kami-forsaken dress and stepped into the hot shower. (Okay girls, create a mental picture and drool! Think about this for a minute.Trunks.water.soap.Trunks.muscles.steam.Trunks.no clothes. Are you otakus catching my drift here? ^_______^)
He sighed in content as he let the hot water roll over his tense muscles and wash away the stress of this horrible day. He commenced to wash the makeup from his face and contemplated on how long he should make the two demon spawns suffer.
'In any case, this punishment should make them stronger,' he mused. 'Though three hundred times Earth's normal gravity may be a bit much.'
He frowned as his conscience began to seep into the front of his mind. He began to think that maybe he should let them out and find another form of discipline for them. He shook his head and decided that he'd just bring them something to eat as soon as he got dressed. At the sudden realization that the water was cooling off, he washed himself quickly and turned off the gentle spray of water.
Mirai Trunks toweled himself dry and wrapped the cloth around his waist. He grabbed another towel and dried off his hair while walking out of the bathroom and into his room. Throwing the towels onto a nearby chair, he put on a pair of jeans and a black tanktop and tied his long strands of lavender hair into a ponytail.
The man from the future walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He grabbed two super-sized bags of potato chips and went to the gravity chamber. The two chibis inside lifted their heads when they felt the pressure that had been forcing them down dissipate into nothing as Mirai Trunks entered the room.
Goten eyed the two bags of chips hungrily, drool practically flowing from his mouth like a waterfall. Chibi had a little more self-control, but he too was eyeing those bags with the same amount of hunger in his eyes. Mirai Trunks, deciding to take his revenge to the max, waved the bags in front of them tauntingly.
"You want them, come and get them," he said grinning.
Chibi growled, accepting his challenge. He jumped up and reached for them, but as soon as he was about to grab the chips, the older version of himself jerked them out of his reach. Goten, anticipating that move, lunged for the bags. Since Mirai Trunks was a more experienced fighter, he expected something like this and moved the bags away at the last minute.
"No fair!" Goten yelled as he floated in mid air.
"Who ever said life was fair?" Mirai Trunks countered.
Goten pouted and glanced at Chibi. Chibi nodded once and they both returned their attention to a now confused Mirai Trunks. The future boy raised an eyebrow as the small partners in crime grinned widely at him. Without any warning at all, they leaped at Mirai, tackling him to the ground and knocking the chips out of his grasp. Goten sat on his stomach as Chibi dove for the chips.
"HAHA!!! We are the winners!" Chibi said, holding up their prize in triumph.
Goten jumped off Mirai Trunks' midsection and took the bag Chibi offered to him. They tore open the bags and munched happily on the contents inside. Mirai stood and watched them, a smile gracing his features. He sighed.
'Now, how am I supposed to stay mad at these guys? Damn their perpetual cuteness. No wonder they always get what they want,' Mirai Trunks thought to himself as the children finished off the crumbs in the bags.
"Hey big brother," Chibi Trunks said in the most pitiful voice he could muster. "After spending an hour in here with the gravity so high, we've learned our lesson."
Goten, seeing where Chibi was going with this, chimed in with his own pitiful voice. "Yeah, we're sorry. And we won't ever do it again."
"We promise," they said in unison, flashing the irresistibly cute puppy-dog eyes.
Mirai Trunks stared at them suspiciously for a moment, well aware of their plan. 'I am such a softie.' He bent down so that he was at eye level with them. "Okay. You win. Since you've learned your lesson, you can leave the gravity room and eat like Saiya-jins again."
"Yay!!!!" the diminutive pair shouted. "We're free!!!!'
Mirai Trunks smirked. "Don't think I didn't see through that guilt trip, though."
He smiled as two sets of eyes looked at him with shock. "How.did you know.? You're a grown-up. You can't figure out guilt trips!" Goten said, sticking out his bottom lip.
Mirai laughed softly. "You two act as though you're the only ones who ever had to get out of trouble using one of those."
"Oh please. You're so polite and perfect. You could never have done anything bad in your entire lifetime," Chibi said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The older counterpart raised his eyebrow. "Oh? And who gave you that idea?"
"Mom. She thinks you're wonderful and could do no wrong."
"I think I sense a bit of jealousy." Mirai Trunks teased.
"Me? Jealous of you?! Hardly." Chibi folded his arms and looked at his future self. "Besides, I'm cuter."
"Riiiight. You just keep telling yourself that, Chibi."
Goten flashed the classic Son Grin and put his hand behind his head. "Anybody else hungry?"
"Do you ever think about anything else?!" Chibi chided his friend.
"Um.no?"
Mirai laughed and Chibi buried his face in his hand.
"Mr. Trunksie?" came a high-pitched voice from the doorway.
Mirai Trunks turned to see Marron looking at him. "Yes?"
The blonde five-year-old ran to him with her arms stretched out, silently demanding to be held. The purple haired man picked her up and rested her on his hip, one arm holding her up.
"Hey, you took out your braids," Marron said, pouting.
Mirai Trunks smiled. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you what. Next time we have a tea party, you can play with my hair all you want. How's that?"
"YAY!"
"I'm still hungry," Goten said. "I need food.or I'll.I'll starve!!!!!!!!"
Chibi smirked as an idea struck him. One could almost see the light bulb glow above his head. It's annoyance time! "Yeah me too," he whined. "I'm starving!!!! I think I'm gonna pass out.!"
Mirai Trunks stared at them. "Okay.well then let's go get some food."
"Noooo..I can't move.!!!! I'm soooooooo hungry.!!!!!!" Chibi continued. He glanced at Goten and winked.
Goten caught the signal and grinned. "Oh man, I think I'm dying.!!!" he said dramatically and groaned. "I can't make it on my own! Carry me."
Mirai Trunks massaged his temple with his free hand as the kids latched themselves onto each of his legs. They looked up at him with innocent eyes.
"Oi.I am NOT having kids! Ever," he muttered to himself as he awkwardly walked to the kitchen with a cute kid in one arm and two brats clutching his legs in a death-grip.
TBC ____________________
I bet that would be such a cute sight. *nods* If anyone would like to illustrate it, I'd be most appreciative. Okay, so it's not like I have a website to host it on.^^;;;;; But I'll be willing to give you the clone of your choice! Just e-mail it to me! ^-^ Anyway, if you readers felt that this chapter was a bit fluffier than usual.well that's probably because it was. I was in a WAFFy mood. Sue me. ^_^ You also may have noticed that Mirai Trunks was in a MUCH better mood in this chapter. What can I say? I couldn't keep him mad at them forever. Besides, a shower can work wonders. *grin* I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Maybe the next part will be out sooner than this one. The end is drawing near, folks! Popcorn and Vanilla Coke for the reviewers!