The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Chapter 17
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"Dude! Trunks, you don't know how happy you've made me!" Gohan exclaimed.
"Calm down, Gohan. I haven't gotten you the date yet," Trunks said, raising one of his eyebrows and watching as his best friend fidgeted with excitement in front of him.
"I know, but I'm just so excited! So...are you gonna call her or not?"
The purple-haired man sighed, then smiled slightly. "I will as soon as you give me her phone number."
"Oh! Right!"
Gohan fished around in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it, taking out a small school picture of Videl and handed it to Trunks. Trunks looked at it and raised his eyebrows.
"You carry her picture in your wallet?"
Gohan grinned.
Trunks shook his head and smiled again. "You're obsessed. You know that, right?"
Gohan's cheeks burned an interesting shade of red as he watched his friend pick up the phone and dial the number that was written on the back of the picture. He squirmed restlessly in his chair, waiting to hear what Trunks would say.
Trunks tapped his fingers on the counter as he waited for someone to pick up on the other line. Finally, a butler answered. Trunks rolled his eyes, silently wondering how many people he'd have to go through to get to this Videl girl.
"Yeah, could I please speak to Videl?" he asked politely.
He and Gohan waited, rather impatiently, for the butler to retrieve the blue-eyed teenager. Several moments had passed before the female voice traveled through the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Tr-er...Chad. Yeah, Chad. You don't know me, but I'm a friend of Gohan's."
"Really? Well hi, Chad! Umm...not to sound rude or anything, but what do you want?"
Trunks laughed softly. "I just wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"I'm sure you've figured out by now that Gohan's a really shy person."
Though neither of the Saiya-jin hybrids could see, Videl smiled. "Yeah, I know," she said quietly as though she were thinking of something. (or rather, someone. ^_~)
"Um, well, since he's so shy, he would never tell you this, so he asked me to do it for him. He really likes you," he glanced at the picture in his hand and then at Gohan, "I mean, he *really* likes you. And he wants to know if you'd like to go out with him sometime."
There was a beat of silence, and then Videl giggled like a little school- girl. "Of course!! It took him long enough! Everybody at school knows that he likes me. I was waiting for him to ask!"
"Heh, yeah well, what time will you be available?"
"How about tomorrow evening at around seven?"
"Uh...sure..." Trunks said, hoping Gohan wasn't doing anything at that time.
"Great! Tell him I'll see him then!"
"Okay, uh, bye."
"Bye!" she said cheerily.
Trunks placed the phone on its cradle, wearing an odd expression on his face. Gohan noticed and tilted his head to the side.
"What's wrong?" Then he panicked. "She didn't say no, did she?!"
"No, no, she didn't. It's just...she's bubbly...I'm just not used to bubbly people."
"Oh...so she said yes??!!"
"Yeah. She's actually been waiting for you to ask her out."
"...."
"Gohan?"
"...."
"Uh, buddy?" Trunks said, leaning over to poke Gohan in the shoulder. "You still in there?"
Gohan nodded detachedly, his eyes not really focusing on Trunks, but seeming to invert within himself. The lop-sided grin that all male Sons were known for slowly appeared on his face. Then he sprung out his chair and attached himself to Trunks, almost knocking the older man off his balance.
"Eh...you can let go now...I understand that you're grateful and all but...you're cutting off my...circulation..."
The raven-haired teen released him, a blush creeping to his cheeks. "Sorry, it's just that-"
"Yeah. I know. And you owe me. So, let's just say that this makes up for the pineapple thing, okay?"
"Oh shit, the pineapple!!!! How am I gonna get this thing off before I go out with her???" Gohan shouted, beginning to hyperventilate.
Trunks chuckled to himself. "Don't worry. You've got until tomorrow night. That gives you plenty of time...Gohan? Gohan?? Breathe, man, breathe!"
Slowly, Gohan began to calm down. After he had regained his composure, he noticed Trunks' furrowed eyebrows, small frown, and spaced out eyes. He snapped his fingers in front of Trunks' face, causing his frown to deepen.
"Where'd Chibi and Goten go? They seemed to have hidden their ki for some reason. But why?"
Gohan shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a balloon smacked against Trunks' head, an odd substance covering his hair.
"Wicked toss, Trunks!" Goten said to his friend, holding his hand out for a high-five.
"Oh yeah! Now that's what I call good aim!" Chibi said, smirking.
Trunks squeezed his eyes shut and breathed deeply. He frowned in irritation as childish laughter reached his sensitive Saiya-jin ears. He turned around and glared at the two youths standing in the doorway. He brought his fingers up to his forehead, wiping them across the goo that had oozed there.
//This looks like that pineapple shampoo...those little...//
Gohan's laugh interrupted his thoughts. He turned his scowl to the black- eyed teenager as he watched him point and howl with laughter. Trunks growled softly, lifting his hand and raising one of his fingers.
It's up to you to decide which one.
Gohan's laughter immediately ceased, noting the fury in his friend's eyes. He backed away slightly, holding his hands up in a defensive position.
"Sorry," he said, giving a small, apologetic smile.
Trunks, turning his attention to the children in the doorway, asked through gritted teeth, "This is the stuff that created those pineapple trees, isn't it?"
The said kids gulped and nodded slowly.
"And if I wash this out, I'll have a pineapple tree on my head, right?"
Two more nods.
Trunks closed his eyes in annoyance and looked as though he were about to ask another question. But before he could say anything else, Goku entered the kitchen, his hand on his growling stomach.
"Man, I'm starved," he said, looking around the room. His eyes rested on Trunks. "Hey, Trunks, what's that in your hair?"
For some reason, that question just really pissed him off. He snapped, letting out a long string of curse words and with it, his pent up frustrations from the day's events.
"Twenty-two...twenty-three..." Gohan said, counting off with his fingers. "Holy cheese! He just cursed in twenty-seven different languages!! And he's still going!!"
After his last curse, in his amazingly thirtieth language, he stormed out of the kitchen, a Vegeta-esque scowl twisting his beautiful features. Afterwards, a stunned silence took over the kitchen as no one knew what to say after Trunks, who was usually so calm, had just exploded with anger in front of them.
"Maybe I should...apologize..." Chibi said, breaking the silence.
"No shit, Sherlock," Gohan muttered.
"Where'd he learn to cuss like that?" Goku asked, scratching the back of his head.
The group looked at each other for a moment, then spoke in unison, nodding their heads in agreement.
"Bulma."
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Poor Tunkies. It looks like it all finally caught up with him. Aww...I think he needs a hug...^-^
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
******************************************************************
"Dude! Trunks, you don't know how happy you've made me!" Gohan exclaimed.
"Calm down, Gohan. I haven't gotten you the date yet," Trunks said, raising one of his eyebrows and watching as his best friend fidgeted with excitement in front of him.
"I know, but I'm just so excited! So...are you gonna call her or not?"
The purple-haired man sighed, then smiled slightly. "I will as soon as you give me her phone number."
"Oh! Right!"
Gohan fished around in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it, taking out a small school picture of Videl and handed it to Trunks. Trunks looked at it and raised his eyebrows.
"You carry her picture in your wallet?"
Gohan grinned.
Trunks shook his head and smiled again. "You're obsessed. You know that, right?"
Gohan's cheeks burned an interesting shade of red as he watched his friend pick up the phone and dial the number that was written on the back of the picture. He squirmed restlessly in his chair, waiting to hear what Trunks would say.
Trunks tapped his fingers on the counter as he waited for someone to pick up on the other line. Finally, a butler answered. Trunks rolled his eyes, silently wondering how many people he'd have to go through to get to this Videl girl.
"Yeah, could I please speak to Videl?" he asked politely.
He and Gohan waited, rather impatiently, for the butler to retrieve the blue-eyed teenager. Several moments had passed before the female voice traveled through the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Tr-er...Chad. Yeah, Chad. You don't know me, but I'm a friend of Gohan's."
"Really? Well hi, Chad! Umm...not to sound rude or anything, but what do you want?"
Trunks laughed softly. "I just wanted to ask you something."
"Yes?"
"I'm sure you've figured out by now that Gohan's a really shy person."
Though neither of the Saiya-jin hybrids could see, Videl smiled. "Yeah, I know," she said quietly as though she were thinking of something. (or rather, someone. ^_~)
"Um, well, since he's so shy, he would never tell you this, so he asked me to do it for him. He really likes you," he glanced at the picture in his hand and then at Gohan, "I mean, he *really* likes you. And he wants to know if you'd like to go out with him sometime."
There was a beat of silence, and then Videl giggled like a little school- girl. "Of course!! It took him long enough! Everybody at school knows that he likes me. I was waiting for him to ask!"
"Heh, yeah well, what time will you be available?"
"How about tomorrow evening at around seven?"
"Uh...sure..." Trunks said, hoping Gohan wasn't doing anything at that time.
"Great! Tell him I'll see him then!"
"Okay, uh, bye."
"Bye!" she said cheerily.
Trunks placed the phone on its cradle, wearing an odd expression on his face. Gohan noticed and tilted his head to the side.
"What's wrong?" Then he panicked. "She didn't say no, did she?!"
"No, no, she didn't. It's just...she's bubbly...I'm just not used to bubbly people."
"Oh...so she said yes??!!"
"Yeah. She's actually been waiting for you to ask her out."
"...."
"Gohan?"
"...."
"Uh, buddy?" Trunks said, leaning over to poke Gohan in the shoulder. "You still in there?"
Gohan nodded detachedly, his eyes not really focusing on Trunks, but seeming to invert within himself. The lop-sided grin that all male Sons were known for slowly appeared on his face. Then he sprung out his chair and attached himself to Trunks, almost knocking the older man off his balance.
"Eh...you can let go now...I understand that you're grateful and all but...you're cutting off my...circulation..."
The raven-haired teen released him, a blush creeping to his cheeks. "Sorry, it's just that-"
"Yeah. I know. And you owe me. So, let's just say that this makes up for the pineapple thing, okay?"
"Oh shit, the pineapple!!!! How am I gonna get this thing off before I go out with her???" Gohan shouted, beginning to hyperventilate.
Trunks chuckled to himself. "Don't worry. You've got until tomorrow night. That gives you plenty of time...Gohan? Gohan?? Breathe, man, breathe!"
Slowly, Gohan began to calm down. After he had regained his composure, he noticed Trunks' furrowed eyebrows, small frown, and spaced out eyes. He snapped his fingers in front of Trunks' face, causing his frown to deepen.
"Where'd Chibi and Goten go? They seemed to have hidden their ki for some reason. But why?"
Gohan shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a balloon smacked against Trunks' head, an odd substance covering his hair.
"Wicked toss, Trunks!" Goten said to his friend, holding his hand out for a high-five.
"Oh yeah! Now that's what I call good aim!" Chibi said, smirking.
Trunks squeezed his eyes shut and breathed deeply. He frowned in irritation as childish laughter reached his sensitive Saiya-jin ears. He turned around and glared at the two youths standing in the doorway. He brought his fingers up to his forehead, wiping them across the goo that had oozed there.
//This looks like that pineapple shampoo...those little...//
Gohan's laugh interrupted his thoughts. He turned his scowl to the black- eyed teenager as he watched him point and howl with laughter. Trunks growled softly, lifting his hand and raising one of his fingers.
It's up to you to decide which one.
Gohan's laughter immediately ceased, noting the fury in his friend's eyes. He backed away slightly, holding his hands up in a defensive position.
"Sorry," he said, giving a small, apologetic smile.
Trunks, turning his attention to the children in the doorway, asked through gritted teeth, "This is the stuff that created those pineapple trees, isn't it?"
The said kids gulped and nodded slowly.
"And if I wash this out, I'll have a pineapple tree on my head, right?"
Two more nods.
Trunks closed his eyes in annoyance and looked as though he were about to ask another question. But before he could say anything else, Goku entered the kitchen, his hand on his growling stomach.
"Man, I'm starved," he said, looking around the room. His eyes rested on Trunks. "Hey, Trunks, what's that in your hair?"
For some reason, that question just really pissed him off. He snapped, letting out a long string of curse words and with it, his pent up frustrations from the day's events.
"Twenty-two...twenty-three..." Gohan said, counting off with his fingers. "Holy cheese! He just cursed in twenty-seven different languages!! And he's still going!!"
After his last curse, in his amazingly thirtieth language, he stormed out of the kitchen, a Vegeta-esque scowl twisting his beautiful features. Afterwards, a stunned silence took over the kitchen as no one knew what to say after Trunks, who was usually so calm, had just exploded with anger in front of them.
"Maybe I should...apologize..." Chibi said, breaking the silence.
"No shit, Sherlock," Gohan muttered.
"Where'd he learn to cuss like that?" Goku asked, scratching the back of his head.
The group looked at each other for a moment, then spoke in unison, nodding their heads in agreement.
"Bulma."
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Poor Tunkies. It looks like it all finally caught up with him. Aww...I think he needs a hug...^-^