The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived
Chapter 18
Disclaimer: Come on, do I *look* like someone who would own DBZ? Geez...
AN: Heh, dun worry Piggin. This fic ain't about Gohan and Videl. It's all about the Trunkses! OH YEAH!!!!! ^^;;;;
WOO-HOO~!!!! I now have more than 200 reviews, guys!!! I love you all!!! *hugs to reviewers* You guys...are so wonderful...I think I'm going to cry. *lol* But thankies so much for all the reviews and stuff. I am most appreciative. So yeah, this chappie is dedicated to all my reviewers...
MTC: 'Ch. Now watch it be the suckiest chapter in the entire story.
leelee: -_-;;; Ignore him...he's just cranky cause I found his porn stash.
MTC: O_O;;;;
leelee: *smirk* Hmmm...ya know...at the end of chapter eight, I said that the 'end was drawing near'.and, uh...I'm beginning to think that I was wrong...lol. But this chapter, sadly, is the last in my fic. Yes, I'm ending it for real this time. Really. ^_~
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"Honestly, I feel bad for the guy. It seems like he'll never get any sleep at this rate," Eighteen said, bouncing Marron on her knee.
Bulma grinned. "I wish Trunks were here for that one. Maybe he'd get over that fear he has of you."
Both women shared a chuckle over her comment, but they cut their laughter short when they heard yelling in the kitchen. Eighteen and Bulma rose from their places on the couch and rushed towards the commotion. Marron toddled behind them.
They reached the kitchen doorway just in time to see Trunks' retreating figure, his hair full of goo, walking up the stairs. The two women glanced at each other, then at the remaining boys in the kitchen.
"What was that all about? Was that really Trunks we heard yelling?" Bulma asked.
"Mama, what's wrong with Mr. Trunksie? He seemed real mad," Marron said innocently, clinging to her mother's pants leg.
"That's what we're trying to figure out, sweetie," Eighteen replied with a smile.
Gohan cleared his throat to get their attention. "I think I can answer your question, Bulma." He paused. "Well, we, as in Trunks and myself, were here talking when those two-" He pointed to Chibi and Goten. "-decided that smacking Trunks upside the head with a balloon filled with that pineapple shampoo was a great idea. Then dad came in, hungry as usual, and asked Trunks about his hair-"
"If I had known he would blow his top, I would've kept it to myself," Goku said, his eyes still wide with amazement.
"So...Trunks...snapped...?" Eighteen asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yup," father and son answered simultaneously.
Bulma rubbed her chin. "Ya know, I recognized all the words Trunks was using... Maybe I should watch my mouth around him... Damn he learns fast..."
The others sweatdropped.
"Is Mr. Trunksie gonna have a pineapple on his head too?" Marron asked quietly.
"Well, that all depends, Marron," Bulma began. "If Trunks doesn't wash his hair between now and the time that I can create another batch of that stuff that fixed Vegeta's hair, then he should be fine."
"Oh. Can I go see him?"
Eighteen and Bulma exchanged looks. "Um, that might not be such a good idea..." the blonde android said.
"And just WHERE do you think you two are going??!!" Bulma shrieked, grabbing both Goten and Chibi by the collar.
"Uh...heheheheh...Trunks think of something, quick!" Goten whispered to his friend.
"Way ahead of ya, 'Ten," he whispered back. Then he spoke aloud to his mother, "Mom, we realized how awful we were being to my big brother, and we were just going to go find him and apologize."
Bulma frowned. "I wasn't born yesterday, Chibi Trunks Briefs. I see right through you."
"Um...whatever do you mean, dearest mother? You say that as though I weren't telling the truth. It makes me sad to believe that you would think so low of your own son..." Chibi said, rather convincingly.
Everyone in the kitchen stared at the young purple-haired boy for a moment. Then Bulma released her hold on their shirts, her eyes blinking confusedly.
"Well...if you...really mean it...I suppose..." she started.
"Thanks mom! You're the best!!"
And before anyone could react, the two troublemakers were already on the second floor of Capsule Corp, running down the hall to Mirai Trunks' room. Meanwhile in the kitchen, those that were left behind stood in silence at what had just occurred.
"Damn he's good," Eighteen said to no one in particular.
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"Shhh..." Chibi said to Goten as they tiptoed up to the doorway of Mirai Trunks' bedroom.
They quietly padded into his room, ever so careful not to wake the sleeping form that they were sure was lying on the bed. Chibi motioned for Goten to stay where he was as he silently walked up to the bed. The young boy was surprised when he found that it was...
"Empty?" Chibi muttered to himself.
A screech of surprise yanked Chibi out of his thoughts, and he turned around to see his best friend kneeling on the ground, clutching his head, which was now covered with an odd, thick substance. Chibi ran over to Goten to comfort him. His eyes wandered past his friend and they widened as he realized who had committed this hideous crime.
"Big brother?"
"Hi," he said simply, before chucking a balloon at his younger counterpart.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Trunks smirked and bent down to pick up the bucket innocently sitting at his feet. He held it over the two horrified kids' heads and dumped the contents on them. Icy water poured onto their heads, activating the shampoo. Almost instantly, a pineapple tree adorned the tops of each of their heads.
Goten fingered the leaves of his personal tree and sniffled. Chibi growled at his older self. "We'll get you for this, big brother!!"
Trunks laughed softly. "See, that's where you're wrong kids. I have something that you guys might deem as important."
"And what's that?" Chibi asked, his voice having lost a bit of its previous confidence.
Mirai Trunks said nothing, but pulled out a photo from his pocket. He held it in front of the two children, trying to suppress a smile as he waited for their reactions.
"W-where...where did you get that...?" Goten asked nervously, staring at the picture of him and Chibi wearing dresses, playing tea party with Marron.
"Where it came from doesn't matter. What matters is the fact that if the two of you ever try anything like the stunts you pulled today again, then everyone will know about how you two like to dress up like girls and sip tea from dainty little cups with Marron."
The boys gasped. "You wouldn't..." Chibi said.
"Really? I wouldn't push me if I were you. I'm already pissed off beyond belief, so you might not want to challenge me right now," Trunks replied evenly.
The long-haired man returned the photo to his pocket and turned to leave. Goten looked at Chibi with sad eyes, silently begging him to do something.
Chibi smirked. "Don't worry, Goten. I've got him right where I want him..."
"Oh really..." Goten said dryly.
"'Ch. Of course. Just wait... Three. Two. One."
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Chibi you little-!!!!!!"
Goten's eyes widened. "What did you do?!"
"Nothing. Just hooked up a little pulley system that pours water on whoever steps on the thin string that I stretched across the doorway," Chibi answered proudly.
"Wow...when'd you do all that, Trunks?"
Chibi grinned mischievously. Before he could answer, a highly upset, highly soaked Mirai Trunks picked him up by his shirt.
"You're just asking to die aren't you kid?"
"Hey, did you know you had a pineapple tree on your head?" Chibi asked with a smile.
Goten's eyes widened, and he waited for Trunks to go Super and blow his friend's head off. But to his surprise Mirai Trunks returned that smile. Chibi didn't seem shocked at all. The older demi Saiya-jin put Chibi back on the floor.
"I win," the younger Trunks said simply.
Mirai Trunks crossed his arms, his smile widening just a bit. "But I have still have that picture of you in a dress. I'm sure your friends at school would love to see it."
The smile instantly dropped from Chibi's face. "You wouldn't..."
"Hey, I have to get my kicks somehow. So...looks like...I win," Mirai Trunks said with a grin.
~*END*~
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Heheh...that's the end folks! Yeah, I know what you're thinking, "It took this little bitch three months to come out with *this*???!!!" *grins* Well.at least Mirai Trunks won the game... ^___^;;;;;
Disclaimer: Come on, do I *look* like someone who would own DBZ? Geez...
AN: Heh, dun worry Piggin. This fic ain't about Gohan and Videl. It's all about the Trunkses! OH YEAH!!!!! ^^;;;;
WOO-HOO~!!!! I now have more than 200 reviews, guys!!! I love you all!!! *hugs to reviewers* You guys...are so wonderful...I think I'm going to cry. *lol* But thankies so much for all the reviews and stuff. I am most appreciative. So yeah, this chappie is dedicated to all my reviewers...
MTC: 'Ch. Now watch it be the suckiest chapter in the entire story.
leelee: -_-;;; Ignore him...he's just cranky cause I found his porn stash.
MTC: O_O;;;;
leelee: *smirk* Hmmm...ya know...at the end of chapter eight, I said that the 'end was drawing near'.and, uh...I'm beginning to think that I was wrong...lol. But this chapter, sadly, is the last in my fic. Yes, I'm ending it for real this time. Really. ^_~
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"Honestly, I feel bad for the guy. It seems like he'll never get any sleep at this rate," Eighteen said, bouncing Marron on her knee.
Bulma grinned. "I wish Trunks were here for that one. Maybe he'd get over that fear he has of you."
Both women shared a chuckle over her comment, but they cut their laughter short when they heard yelling in the kitchen. Eighteen and Bulma rose from their places on the couch and rushed towards the commotion. Marron toddled behind them.
They reached the kitchen doorway just in time to see Trunks' retreating figure, his hair full of goo, walking up the stairs. The two women glanced at each other, then at the remaining boys in the kitchen.
"What was that all about? Was that really Trunks we heard yelling?" Bulma asked.
"Mama, what's wrong with Mr. Trunksie? He seemed real mad," Marron said innocently, clinging to her mother's pants leg.
"That's what we're trying to figure out, sweetie," Eighteen replied with a smile.
Gohan cleared his throat to get their attention. "I think I can answer your question, Bulma." He paused. "Well, we, as in Trunks and myself, were here talking when those two-" He pointed to Chibi and Goten. "-decided that smacking Trunks upside the head with a balloon filled with that pineapple shampoo was a great idea. Then dad came in, hungry as usual, and asked Trunks about his hair-"
"If I had known he would blow his top, I would've kept it to myself," Goku said, his eyes still wide with amazement.
"So...Trunks...snapped...?" Eighteen asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yup," father and son answered simultaneously.
Bulma rubbed her chin. "Ya know, I recognized all the words Trunks was using... Maybe I should watch my mouth around him... Damn he learns fast..."
The others sweatdropped.
"Is Mr. Trunksie gonna have a pineapple on his head too?" Marron asked quietly.
"Well, that all depends, Marron," Bulma began. "If Trunks doesn't wash his hair between now and the time that I can create another batch of that stuff that fixed Vegeta's hair, then he should be fine."
"Oh. Can I go see him?"
Eighteen and Bulma exchanged looks. "Um, that might not be such a good idea..." the blonde android said.
"And just WHERE do you think you two are going??!!" Bulma shrieked, grabbing both Goten and Chibi by the collar.
"Uh...heheheheh...Trunks think of something, quick!" Goten whispered to his friend.
"Way ahead of ya, 'Ten," he whispered back. Then he spoke aloud to his mother, "Mom, we realized how awful we were being to my big brother, and we were just going to go find him and apologize."
Bulma frowned. "I wasn't born yesterday, Chibi Trunks Briefs. I see right through you."
"Um...whatever do you mean, dearest mother? You say that as though I weren't telling the truth. It makes me sad to believe that you would think so low of your own son..." Chibi said, rather convincingly.
Everyone in the kitchen stared at the young purple-haired boy for a moment. Then Bulma released her hold on their shirts, her eyes blinking confusedly.
"Well...if you...really mean it...I suppose..." she started.
"Thanks mom! You're the best!!"
And before anyone could react, the two troublemakers were already on the second floor of Capsule Corp, running down the hall to Mirai Trunks' room. Meanwhile in the kitchen, those that were left behind stood in silence at what had just occurred.
"Damn he's good," Eighteen said to no one in particular.
~*~*~*~
"Shhh..." Chibi said to Goten as they tiptoed up to the doorway of Mirai Trunks' bedroom.
They quietly padded into his room, ever so careful not to wake the sleeping form that they were sure was lying on the bed. Chibi motioned for Goten to stay where he was as he silently walked up to the bed. The young boy was surprised when he found that it was...
"Empty?" Chibi muttered to himself.
A screech of surprise yanked Chibi out of his thoughts, and he turned around to see his best friend kneeling on the ground, clutching his head, which was now covered with an odd, thick substance. Chibi ran over to Goten to comfort him. His eyes wandered past his friend and they widened as he realized who had committed this hideous crime.
"Big brother?"
"Hi," he said simply, before chucking a balloon at his younger counterpart.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Trunks smirked and bent down to pick up the bucket innocently sitting at his feet. He held it over the two horrified kids' heads and dumped the contents on them. Icy water poured onto their heads, activating the shampoo. Almost instantly, a pineapple tree adorned the tops of each of their heads.
Goten fingered the leaves of his personal tree and sniffled. Chibi growled at his older self. "We'll get you for this, big brother!!"
Trunks laughed softly. "See, that's where you're wrong kids. I have something that you guys might deem as important."
"And what's that?" Chibi asked, his voice having lost a bit of its previous confidence.
Mirai Trunks said nothing, but pulled out a photo from his pocket. He held it in front of the two children, trying to suppress a smile as he waited for their reactions.
"W-where...where did you get that...?" Goten asked nervously, staring at the picture of him and Chibi wearing dresses, playing tea party with Marron.
"Where it came from doesn't matter. What matters is the fact that if the two of you ever try anything like the stunts you pulled today again, then everyone will know about how you two like to dress up like girls and sip tea from dainty little cups with Marron."
The boys gasped. "You wouldn't..." Chibi said.
"Really? I wouldn't push me if I were you. I'm already pissed off beyond belief, so you might not want to challenge me right now," Trunks replied evenly.
The long-haired man returned the photo to his pocket and turned to leave. Goten looked at Chibi with sad eyes, silently begging him to do something.
Chibi smirked. "Don't worry, Goten. I've got him right where I want him..."
"Oh really..." Goten said dryly.
"'Ch. Of course. Just wait... Three. Two. One."
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Chibi you little-!!!!!!"
Goten's eyes widened. "What did you do?!"
"Nothing. Just hooked up a little pulley system that pours water on whoever steps on the thin string that I stretched across the doorway," Chibi answered proudly.
"Wow...when'd you do all that, Trunks?"
Chibi grinned mischievously. Before he could answer, a highly upset, highly soaked Mirai Trunks picked him up by his shirt.
"You're just asking to die aren't you kid?"
"Hey, did you know you had a pineapple tree on your head?" Chibi asked with a smile.
Goten's eyes widened, and he waited for Trunks to go Super and blow his friend's head off. But to his surprise Mirai Trunks returned that smile. Chibi didn't seem shocked at all. The older demi Saiya-jin put Chibi back on the floor.
"I win," the younger Trunks said simply.
Mirai Trunks crossed his arms, his smile widening just a bit. "But I have still have that picture of you in a dress. I'm sure your friends at school would love to see it."
The smile instantly dropped from Chibi's face. "You wouldn't..."
"Hey, I have to get my kicks somehow. So...looks like...I win," Mirai Trunks said with a grin.
~*END*~
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Heheh...that's the end folks! Yeah, I know what you're thinking, "It took this little bitch three months to come out with *this*???!!!" *grins* Well.at least Mirai Trunks won the game... ^___^;;;;;