The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Chapter 11
Disclaimer: *begging* Awww, please Toriyama-san!! Please let me have them!! I mean, what would you want with a bunch of animated...gorgeous...muscular...drool- worthy...gorgeous...strong..incredibly sexy...gorgeous..Saiya-jin hunks.. *goes off into her own little fantasy world that involves Mirai Trunks and a whole bunch of whipped cream*
Akira Toriyama: O_O;;;;;
Akira Toriyama's lawyer: *evil laugh* Dragon Ball Z will NEVER belong to you, you pitiful crazed otaku!!! Mwuahahahaha!!! You will never be able to possess Mirai Trunks for as long as you live!!!!
leelee: ;_; And this is the story of my life. *sigh* My Kami, I wish Trunks were real... You just gotta love him..^^;;;;;
Note: I'd like to take this time to once again thank all of my reviews. Without you guys and your encouraging reviews I would've all but given up on this thing. ^_~ You know how lazy I am... ^_~ And thanks especially to Mirai Trunks #1 Fangirl for suggesting the idea for this chapter. Man, this is just becoming an interactive fic...COOL!! Less work for me!!! ^^;;;;;;;;;
Also, sorry this took a while to get out. But ya know...I had stuff to do...uh, yeah. You guys buying that? Didn't think so..^^
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The two hybrids remained in their fetal positions and whimpered, Bulma (or anyone else, for that matter) seeming not to have heard Chibi's cry for help. Goten sniffed and rubbed his fist in his eyes. Chibi wiped at his now reddening nose and hiccuped.
"What are we gonna do now, Trunks?" Goten asked looking as though he would burst into another fit of tears any minute now.
Chibi Trunks sighed. "I dunno. We're stuck here until my brilliant mind figures out how to get us out of this mess."
Goten snorted. "Brilliant mind? Where?" he commented sarcastically.
Chibi glared at him, but it went unnoticed by small raven-haired boy as he looked past him and to something obviously more interesting than the purple- haired boy.
"Hi guys!!" Marron squealed. Then she cocked her head at them when they didn't come running to greet her like they usually did.
"Where's my hug?" she asked, narrowing her eyes, looking frighteningly like her android mother, all childlike innocence gone.
The two youngsters laughed nervously, each secretly afraid of the diminutive blonde girl and what she could do to those on her bad side. Goten stood up the best he could, without being able to move his feet, and bravely faced the five-year-old.
"Mar-chan, we'd love to give you a hug, but we can't when you're so far away," he said, smiling.
"Yeah," Chibi agreed, "we're stuck. Big brother glued us to the carpet."
Marron's eyes widened, and then her lips curved into a demonic smile as she realized that when fixed in one place, even half Saiya-jins could become her pawns-er, playmates...
"Oh, boys.." Marron began. "Would you like to play a game with me?"
Chibi Trunks and Goten took their turn to widen their eyes. Marron's tone of voice gave away any pretense of her 'game' being enjoyable on their parts. They frantically shook their heads in a negative gesture as the little girl pulled her Backpack of Doom out of hammer space.
She casually ignored their protesting and pulled out makeup supplies-the same products she had used to mar-erm, beautify Mirai Trunks' face.
"Now just hold still a minute while I make you look all pretty!!!" she said, ginning from ear to ear.
***
"There!" Marron said after a span of about thirty minutes. "Pretty!"
She stood back admiring her handiwork. Both Goten and Chibi wore the badly applied makeup as Mirai once had, and she had even taken the liberty to pencil in fake eyebrows for them. Marron smiled. Her mom would be very proud.
After a sudden epiphany she searched around the room for a black and a purple marker. Having found it, she opened the caps and began coloring on their heads. When she was finished, Goten and Chibi's scalps were black and purple, respectively.
"Now, I'm going to leave for a few minutes, and you two had better not move from that spot until I get back!" she said, shaking her index finger at them.
"Geez, where would we GO???!!" Chibi Trunks couldn't help but ask. "We're stuck to the friggin carpet for cryin' out loud!!!"
"Hmm. True. But that sounds like a personal problem to me."
Chibi fumed as she skipped away, humming a happy tune. Goten sighed.
"Dude, you know, your hair doesn't match your eyebrows," Goten said after a moment of silence.
"Huh?"
"I mean, your eyebrows are black and that little piece of hair on the top of you head is light purple. And your head is dark purple."
Chibi furrowed his...pencil marks together. "Well...your lipstick is on your cheek."
"...so is yours."
Chibi Trunks sighed. "Dear Dende, WHY ME????!!!"
"Well, since you asked..." said a voice from above belonging to none other than Dende himself. "If you had just let Mirai Trunks sleep, none of this would've happened. It's actually all very simple, really. It's all your fault."
Chibi groaned. "If the wall weren't so far away, I'd bang my head against it."
Before Chibi could wallow in his self-pity any longer, Marron returned. In her arms she carried two dresses: a dark blue one with green polka-dots on it, and a hot pink one with frilly white lacey junk on it.
"Um, what are you gonna do with those?" Goten asked, cautiously.
Marron grinned. "You're gonna wear 'em. And we're gonna play tea party!!!!! Doesn't that sound like fun?"
The two demon-spawns went pale and gulped as she walked up to them and slipped the dresses over their heads.
"I figured you should get the pink one since your hair has that pink, frilly ribbon on it," Marron said to Chibi with a smile.
Chibi glowered. Goten sighed. Marron laughed demonically.
"Now, time for tea party!!!" she said, reaching into her backpack and pulling out various tea party items.
She set teacups and saucers on the tiny plastic table and poured invisible tea into the cups with her teapot. The boys fell to their knees, sniffling, and picked up their respective cups, taking sips at Marron's command.
Meanwhile, a figure lurked in the shadows, a very handsome figure at that. A figure with long, purple hair and crystal blue eyes, dressed in comfortable jeans and a shirt. He watched the scene with much amusement and congratulated his genius mind for sending the blonde girl to torture them even further.
Yes, those hell-spawns were finally getting their comeuppance.
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Did it suck? Was it too short? Well, I still hope you guys liked this chapter. Review and uh...get some candy? Who wants a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup? ^__^;;;;;
Disclaimer: *begging* Awww, please Toriyama-san!! Please let me have them!! I mean, what would you want with a bunch of animated...gorgeous...muscular...drool- worthy...gorgeous...strong..incredibly sexy...gorgeous..Saiya-jin hunks.. *goes off into her own little fantasy world that involves Mirai Trunks and a whole bunch of whipped cream*
Akira Toriyama: O_O;;;;;
Akira Toriyama's lawyer: *evil laugh* Dragon Ball Z will NEVER belong to you, you pitiful crazed otaku!!! Mwuahahahaha!!! You will never be able to possess Mirai Trunks for as long as you live!!!!
leelee: ;_; And this is the story of my life. *sigh* My Kami, I wish Trunks were real... You just gotta love him..^^;;;;;
Note: I'd like to take this time to once again thank all of my reviews. Without you guys and your encouraging reviews I would've all but given up on this thing. ^_~ You know how lazy I am... ^_~ And thanks especially to Mirai Trunks #1 Fangirl for suggesting the idea for this chapter. Man, this is just becoming an interactive fic...COOL!! Less work for me!!! ^^;;;;;;;;;
Also, sorry this took a while to get out. But ya know...I had stuff to do...uh, yeah. You guys buying that? Didn't think so..^^
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The two hybrids remained in their fetal positions and whimpered, Bulma (or anyone else, for that matter) seeming not to have heard Chibi's cry for help. Goten sniffed and rubbed his fist in his eyes. Chibi wiped at his now reddening nose and hiccuped.
"What are we gonna do now, Trunks?" Goten asked looking as though he would burst into another fit of tears any minute now.
Chibi Trunks sighed. "I dunno. We're stuck here until my brilliant mind figures out how to get us out of this mess."
Goten snorted. "Brilliant mind? Where?" he commented sarcastically.
Chibi glared at him, but it went unnoticed by small raven-haired boy as he looked past him and to something obviously more interesting than the purple- haired boy.
"Hi guys!!" Marron squealed. Then she cocked her head at them when they didn't come running to greet her like they usually did.
"Where's my hug?" she asked, narrowing her eyes, looking frighteningly like her android mother, all childlike innocence gone.
The two youngsters laughed nervously, each secretly afraid of the diminutive blonde girl and what she could do to those on her bad side. Goten stood up the best he could, without being able to move his feet, and bravely faced the five-year-old.
"Mar-chan, we'd love to give you a hug, but we can't when you're so far away," he said, smiling.
"Yeah," Chibi agreed, "we're stuck. Big brother glued us to the carpet."
Marron's eyes widened, and then her lips curved into a demonic smile as she realized that when fixed in one place, even half Saiya-jins could become her pawns-er, playmates...
"Oh, boys.." Marron began. "Would you like to play a game with me?"
Chibi Trunks and Goten took their turn to widen their eyes. Marron's tone of voice gave away any pretense of her 'game' being enjoyable on their parts. They frantically shook their heads in a negative gesture as the little girl pulled her Backpack of Doom out of hammer space.
She casually ignored their protesting and pulled out makeup supplies-the same products she had used to mar-erm, beautify Mirai Trunks' face.
"Now just hold still a minute while I make you look all pretty!!!" she said, ginning from ear to ear.
***
"There!" Marron said after a span of about thirty minutes. "Pretty!"
She stood back admiring her handiwork. Both Goten and Chibi wore the badly applied makeup as Mirai once had, and she had even taken the liberty to pencil in fake eyebrows for them. Marron smiled. Her mom would be very proud.
After a sudden epiphany she searched around the room for a black and a purple marker. Having found it, she opened the caps and began coloring on their heads. When she was finished, Goten and Chibi's scalps were black and purple, respectively.
"Now, I'm going to leave for a few minutes, and you two had better not move from that spot until I get back!" she said, shaking her index finger at them.
"Geez, where would we GO???!!" Chibi Trunks couldn't help but ask. "We're stuck to the friggin carpet for cryin' out loud!!!"
"Hmm. True. But that sounds like a personal problem to me."
Chibi fumed as she skipped away, humming a happy tune. Goten sighed.
"Dude, you know, your hair doesn't match your eyebrows," Goten said after a moment of silence.
"Huh?"
"I mean, your eyebrows are black and that little piece of hair on the top of you head is light purple. And your head is dark purple."
Chibi furrowed his...pencil marks together. "Well...your lipstick is on your cheek."
"...so is yours."
Chibi Trunks sighed. "Dear Dende, WHY ME????!!!"
"Well, since you asked..." said a voice from above belonging to none other than Dende himself. "If you had just let Mirai Trunks sleep, none of this would've happened. It's actually all very simple, really. It's all your fault."
Chibi groaned. "If the wall weren't so far away, I'd bang my head against it."
Before Chibi could wallow in his self-pity any longer, Marron returned. In her arms she carried two dresses: a dark blue one with green polka-dots on it, and a hot pink one with frilly white lacey junk on it.
"Um, what are you gonna do with those?" Goten asked, cautiously.
Marron grinned. "You're gonna wear 'em. And we're gonna play tea party!!!!! Doesn't that sound like fun?"
The two demon-spawns went pale and gulped as she walked up to them and slipped the dresses over their heads.
"I figured you should get the pink one since your hair has that pink, frilly ribbon on it," Marron said to Chibi with a smile.
Chibi glowered. Goten sighed. Marron laughed demonically.
"Now, time for tea party!!!" she said, reaching into her backpack and pulling out various tea party items.
She set teacups and saucers on the tiny plastic table and poured invisible tea into the cups with her teapot. The boys fell to their knees, sniffling, and picked up their respective cups, taking sips at Marron's command.
Meanwhile, a figure lurked in the shadows, a very handsome figure at that. A figure with long, purple hair and crystal blue eyes, dressed in comfortable jeans and a shirt. He watched the scene with much amusement and congratulated his genius mind for sending the blonde girl to torture them even further.
Yes, those hell-spawns were finally getting their comeuppance.
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Did it suck? Was it too short? Well, I still hope you guys liked this chapter. Review and uh...get some candy? Who wants a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup? ^__^;;;;;