A/N: I feel bad about not posting in over two weeks… or whatever it's been. To make it up to you guys, I've decided to give you folks, the readers, a little bit of creative control over the next few chapters. SO! For a limited time only (I dunno, a week?), submit your requests (in the reviews) and I'll do my very, very bestest to incorporate ALL the ideas I get!
Ok. Pre-story spiel is over now. Thanks for the great reviews so far! I love you guys ^_^
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Part Four: Changing the Scenery
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We rejoin our peculiar hero in the midst of a rabid crowd of the city's youth.
("Well, he's probably in the midst of the crowd. It took a bit longer to get to the club, due to aches, pains and a broken leg. Kinda slows the pursuing. And so it's assumed Trunks is out there. Anyway…")
The floor was packed with people dancing and grinding and schmoozing and various other activities that transpire during the late-night. And there was much of it going on. There were so many freaking people! Jeez, why couldn't Aurora-fox pick a small cozy coffee shop to hang out at?
("Yeah, enough of this crap. There is no time to waste searching for him. I, The Narrator, have summoned…
…
…
The Author!! You're in for it now, Trunks. Bwahahaha.")
A loud, booming voice with no apparent source reverberated through the stuffy club.
\\Turn off the music! Everyone shut up!//
The club-goers clasped their ears and hunched over in pain. The stereo's screamed with interference, then the sound system was silenced. Everyone looked around; at each other, at the doors, at the speakers; some looked skyward.
\\Where is the boy?//
The entire club was filled with frightened faces. Whispers of, "It's God" were heard. Still others believed it was the police on a bust. But no matter what their belief, no one answered the booming voice.
\\I don't have time for your cowering! Which, by the way, I really hate… Stop cowering and tell me where he is!//
Whimpers echoed throughout room, inhabiting each individual, but no one dared make a sound louder than that. No one, except one lone voice that, though it trembled, spoke to the voice that seemingly came from another world. "W-What b-b-boy? We d-don't know who y-you're talking ab-bout."
\\Ah yes, of course. I always forget that you people aren't innately aware of the things I am. Ok, well you can't miss him. He's 12 years old and wearing a plum evening gown. I think he still has a feather boa on.//
The brave soul spoke again, trying not to sound disrespectful, but… "You did say it was a boy you were looking for?"
\\Are you so close-minded as to judge another person by the way they dress?!//
"I-I'm sorry. But an evening gown?"
\\Don't make me eliminate you! And at least he's not wearing make-up this time. Have you seen him?//
"No."
\\Argh! Has anyone seen him?!//
A chorus of voices rang out in affirmative. In the back of the club, the crowd dispersed and created a circle around two figures. It was Trunks and Aurora-fox. She was holding a colorful drink (you know, the ones that are lethal to drink, but you can't resist because they have those cute little umbrellas), and Trunks was sitting next to her looking dumb founded. Face covered with lipstick.
("Ha, but we all know foxes don't even have lips! So don't even think what you were thinking.")
\\Trunks! I found you, you little bastard! Get outside now!//
"Awwww, c'mon. I was having fun!"
\\I said NOW!//
"Eep." So Trunks went outside and—
"I may be in trouble, Narrator-person, but you still have to address me as royalty," said the sexually confused demi-Saiyan.
"Hey! I am NOT sexually confused! Stop making up lies! Look at this lipstick! I'm straight as an arrow."
("Look here, Trunks. I don't know where that lipstick came from. We already deduced that it's not from that girl-fox hybrid you were with. And you're about to get your ass kicked by The Author, so I suggest you shut up.")
"No way! The Author is a complete baka! This story sucks! Everything you two have me do makes me look like a moron! Why… If I had my own way, I would be the coolest guy in town!"
\\Like you were in the club?//
"Exactly."
\\Okay, let's see for ourselves how 'cool' you are without our guidance.//
"Eep eep."
**Flashback**
In the club: Trunks was in the center of the dance floor, still holding his basket in one hand, and the boa in the other. He was twirling in circles, screaming, "I am a pretty Princess boy! I am a pretty Princess boy!" in great rapidity.
It would not have been very noticeable, but at the time, the band was taking a rest in between songs. EVERYone was staring at the boy, insanely dancing to a song in his head.
Aurora-fox tried to stop him once, but when she got close, one of Trunks' fists smashed her in the face. So she gave up and let the poor sap twirl happily, singing, "I am a Pretty Princess Boy."
In horror, the band started playing again, to drown him out. They had to nearly blow-out their speakers to do it.
Aurora-fox had given up on him and started grinding with some fine-looking marine men. But not as fine-looking as a 12-year old Trunks wearing an evening gown.
("Yeah, you heard me.")
Trunks eventually got so dizzy he fell over…
Aurora-fox abandoned the marines and retrieved her fallen hero. He HAD, after all, saved her from the live grenade she had stupidly dropped (way back in Chapter 3). She dragged him off to a booth and ordered a couple drinks… both for herself. She was in the middle of the eleventh one, when "the voice" came.
When Trunks heard the voice, he shrieked like a girl and hid under the table and ate his boa. To wash it down, he opened the jar of Vaseline and scooped handfuls into his mouth. That is when the crowd dispersed and Aurora-fox pulled him into sight.
**Flashback over**
Princess Trunks placed his hands on his curvaceous hips and scowled.
\\Now surely Trunks, you must admit that without us, you would be a giggling pile of ooze, doomed to schlagaggle on the floor without a single rational thought ever croelesching your prebiotic paramecium-sized brain.//
Trunks stared with eyes so wide that anyone witnessing the spectacle might have thought they would explode. But they didn't. Although that would be funny. Eyeballs exploding.
("Heh heh….. Where was I? Oh yeah…")
Trunks found his voice, "I-I- I really don't understand what you said, but never-the-less, I am fairly certain you made up some of those words."
("How dare you speak to The Author like that!")
"Stupid Narrator. C'mon those words weren't real! Schlagaggle? And am I supposed to believe 'rational' is a word?! Gimme a break."
("You're right. You're a fucking genius, Princess Trunks. That's why you ate Vaseline. And a boa.")
Trunks powered up, "You can't prove it!"
("As if the flashback weren't enough! Don't forget that I have the power to make your stomach explode on a whim, spilling its undigested contents onto the ground.")
"Eep eep eep!"
\\All right, all right! Shut up, both of you!//
"The Narrator started it."
\\Ugh. Trunks, you have the maturity of a 12-year old.//
"I am 12 years old!"
\\Oh right. I forget these things sometimes.//
"This explains a lot of things in your stories…"
\\SILENCE! Just because my brain lack continuous functionality doesn't mean that I have no comprehension of the matters at hand.//
"Matters at hand?" Trunks stared at his hands, flipping them over and waving them in the air. "I don't see any 'compensation matters' on my hands."
\\Where am I?//
"I don't know. The Land of Oz, maybe? I hear that place is pretty crazy."
\\Damnit! Why didn't anyone tell me?! There should be an Emerald Tower and a Purple Brick road here!//
Suddenly, a monstrous tower rose into the distant sky. It was emerald-colored. And a road made of purple bricks materialized beneath Trunks' feet.
"I thought the road was supposed to be yellow."
("You fool! If The Author says the road is purple, then it shall be purple!")
Trunks shrugged. "Now what do I do?"
\\You are to take the basket of goodies to the Plunderful Lizard of Oz. Baka. Haven't you ever seen the movie?//
"Obviously not this fucked-up version."
("Watch your mouth, troll!")
"Hey! That was mean. Why did you call me a troll?"
("I liked the irony – referring to another story by The Author, 'Who Can Survive my Creativity?'")
Trunks grimaced. He began walking along the purple, brick road toward the Emerald Tower.
("The Author says you have to sing the song while you walk.")
"Which one?"
("'We're off to see the Lizard.'")
"But I'm the only one here! There is no 'we!'"
\\JUST SING IT!//
"Eep eep eep eep. Uh… W-We're off to the lizard. The plunderful lizard of Oz… Becoz Becoz Becoz Becoz Becooooooz… Becoz the purple, brick road is pretty and matches my dressssssss!"
\\Bah. Close enough.//
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A/N: Okay that's it for me. Send those reviews/story suggestions! But I warn you... school is about to get horribly busy for me in the next two weeks. Don't expect much for awhile. Very sorry. I'll try my best. Thanks for reading, as always ^_^