"MIRAI-CHAN!" Vicky screamed joyously and glomped the unprepared warrior from the future. Piccolo, Krillin and the others were all to busy staring at the crushed device. Their only hope to return to their dimension, crushed, irreparable.
"What the…" Mirai Trunks looked down at the girl attached to his waist, "Who're you?"
"My name's Vicky and I love you!" she squealed.
"Get off me!" Mirai Trunks yelled and tried to pry the girl off but to no avail. A glomp was a glomp and poor Mirai was helpless.
"Whose that?" Goten asked as they watched Mirai Trunks try to get the girl off, "He looks a lot like Trunks."
"That's because he is." Kakarot answered.
"That's my future self?" Chibi Trunks asked, looking at Mirai Trunks hard.
"Brat!" bellowed Vegeta from where he stood in the doorway. He had heard the commotion and come looking for the source.
"Yes, Dad?" Chibi Trunks answered.
"Yes, Father?" Mirai Trunks answered.
"No, no. The brat from the future!" Vegeta clarified his statement, "What're you doing here?"
"I don't know! I got back to my timeline then I felt something tugging on me! And then, next thing I knew, I was here!" Mirai answered back in a strained voice.
"Another Saiyan to feed… I feel like crying…" I said in a small voice.
Rogue heard me, "Hey, I can cook lunch. I do a mean barbeque. I can even provide the meat."
"Seriously? You'd take on the task of cooking for five Saiyans and seven humans?"
"Well… I'll need a little help so I'll probably put the chibis to work, but yeah. I'll do it."
"Thanks Rogue!" I hugged her, "You're a life saver!"
"Ah, no prob. Anytime. Speaking of time though," she checked her watch, "I'd better get cracking!" Rogue grabbed Zar and gave him a few instructions. He just blew her off. So, Rogue leaned a little closer to his ear and whispered something in it. Zar backed away and, with a pale face, nodded furiously. She gave Goten and Chibi Trunks instructions and, when they protested, she threatened them with no lunch. They all dashed off to do her bidding.
The last chibi left for Rogue to round up was the one attached to Mirai Trunks. Rogue tapped Vicky on the shoulder, "Mind helping me with lunch?"
"But I'm busy!" Vicky complained.
"Please? I'll let you serve Mirai and Chibi Trunks."
"Okay!" Vicky followed Rogue to the kitchen to get the foodstuffs.
"Thank Kami!" Mirai Trunks groaned and collapsed on the couch. He turned to Kakarot, "Goku, would you mind explaining to me where we are?"
"We're in another dimension," Kakarot began, "and it's a weird one. Look at this!" he popped in the DBZ video and Mirai Trunks watched it. Piccolo and Krillin also watched with interest and I remembered that no one had bothered to give them the whole talk.
"You mean…" Mirai Trunks searched for the correct words.
"To them we're just a cartoon show?" Krillin didn't yell the question, but he didn't use a normal tone either.
"Eh, more correctly an anime. You've all got fans everywhere. Even you Piccolo." Mike grinned mischievously, "A lot of girls are convinced you're not asexual." If Piccolo had had eyebrows, he would have lifted them. Instead he just looked… scared.
"I have fans too?" Krillin squeaked.
"Yep, though the Saiyans, especially Vegeta and Goku, are more popular."
"Well, that figures. We're more stronger and definitely better looking then you humans." Vegeta smirked. It was at this point that I left. I knew a verbal fight was going to break out over that remark. Not a physical one though as Vegeta would prolly beat black and blue who ever fought him.
I made my way to the garage, the only part of the house, other then the roof that was unoccupied. I walked over to the freezer and opened it, looking around inside. I spotted a box of creampuffs. My eyes lit up and I pulled the unopened box out, checking how many was inside. One hundred. I bet I can eat that many in just under a half hour, I thought to myself as I walked back upstairs.
I pried off the lid and gazed at the creampuffs in glee. They were most possibly my favorite dessert food and I was starving now that I had something good to eat. I wandered into the living room and camped out on my father's chair to eat my delicious, puffy, delightful food while listening to the argument.
As I sat down, Vegeta looked around and sniffed the air. "Creampuffs…" I heard him mutter and he looked at the box I was holding. "Are you going to eat that entire thing?" he asked me.
"Nope, you see, my creampuff is on the bottom and I'm just working my way down to it." I explained as I ate one of the cream-filled wonders.
"Could you spare one?"
"No!" I growled as I ate another.
"Just one… little creampuff…" He took a menacing step towards me.
"No!" I snarled, and clutched my food tightly, "Get your own, damn it!"
"Just one, ikeike!" Vegeta pleaded.
"No! They're mine! Mine, I tell you!"
"Just give me one, ikeike! Just one, little, Kami damned creampuff!"
"Never!" I jumped out of the chair and slapped the lid on the box to protect my puffy beauties.
"GIVE THEM TO ME!" Vegeta yelled and jumped at me. I yelped and ran away towards the window to the roof with Vegeta right on my tail. I placed the box on the roof and hauled my ass up the rope as fast as I could. I grabbed the box and ran to the opposite side of the roof as Vegeta climbed up.
"Come on, ikeike. Don't do anything rash. Just give me the box…" Vegeta growled as he inched closer to my side of the roof.
"Never! You hear me? Never! You'll never get one!" I yelled, noticing all the neighbors gathering to watch the odd spectacle. You'd think they'd have gotten used to this kind of stuff happening at my house by now…
"JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING CREAMPUFF!" Vegeta screamed.
"NO! NEVER!" I screamed back.
Down on the ground, an elderly lady shook her head and remarked to her two, open-mouthed grandchildren, "This is why you don't do something continuously. You see, these people are creampuff addicts." The children nodded dumbly and watched with wide eyes.
Vegeta stomped toward me and I wildly looked around for a escape route. I glanced over at how far away the roof of the house next to ours was. Fifteen feet. And it was lower then our roof as it was a one-story house and ours was two stories. I did some quick math in my head and surmised that I could make it if I ran. I dashed past Vegeta and ran to the other side. He looked slightly confused and so, while he turning to face me, I ran back past him and took a flying leap at the other roof.
And then I was flying. My mouth curved in a grin as the wind rushed through my hair. I clutched my box of treats to my chest in happiness and chuckled.
And then I was falling. My mouth opened wide and I let loose a scream of horror as the ground rushed up to meet my rapidly falling body.
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Jeril: Oops… my third cliffhanger in a row… please don't kill me… I just couldn't help myself. It was too good of a chance to pass up! Ehehehe… I've got some bad news for everyone. Well… I'm going on a trip from the 26th to the 14th. And I don't think I'm gonna have the fic finished by then. And I also can't bring my laptop along to write as we're going to another country. *dodges rotten fruit and veggies* It's not my fault! Honestly! I don't wanna go! I swear! *dodges a large boot* Don't lynch me!!
Vegeta: *smirks* Run, ikeike, run!
Kakarot: Congrats to the 225th reviewer, BananaGirl! You get these picture of Vegeta when he's angry and also when he's na-
Jeril: *slaps a hand over Kakarot's mouth* Hehe, you know what pics they are.
Vegeta: What pictures?
Jeril: Don't worry your head, dear Veggie. *evil grin*
