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Okay.... maybe this did take a while to post... but yeah. I had more homework this week than you would believe! Here's the next chapter! Enjoy it!
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"I can't believe this," Trunks muttered as he glared over the steering wheel of his company car, "I really can't believe this!" his head found it's way to the top of the steering wheel. He began hitting it repeatedly, mumbling about how he couldn't believe this. He moaned angrily after each smack, and his hair swung everywhere as his head repeated the whacking sound.
"What can't you believe Trunks?" I asked, looking at him in as if he had some deadly disease. I knew why he was distraught. We'd been sitting in this car, on this street, on this sheet of concrete, on the same damn pebbles for the past forty-five minutes. But this time it wasn't my fault. In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if any of the adventures Trunks and I have over this whole ordeal will be caused by me...
Bra had called me earlier and asked to go shopping. Even though I personally don't care for shopping, I know Trunks hates it. He'd have to take us too, because Goten never got a driver's license. Besides, CC company car was so nice! Fake leather seating (the company doesn't believe in the death of animals apparently), air conditioning, heating,... everything I could want. Goten didn't like it I don't think, something about it not being sporty enough.
The day in shopping had been boring in itself. We shopped. We walked. Bra looked at stuff. Goten bought the stuff. Trunks fell asleep in 'Penny's. We ate. We got band from yet another restaurant. We shopped more. Trunks started to whine about having to go to the bathroom. I got really bored.
When the day finally ended, the only one who wasn't running faster than the speed of light to the car was Bra. Bra walked sadly to car, as though she was mourning someone's death. Her head hung low, and I swear I could hear some muffled sniffles. It was really a pathetic sight.
Apparently Trunks agreed. He stood by the car door, laughing and leaning against the large automotive machine. "Awww," he said, snickering the whole time, "Bra's leaving mall! And she won't be able to see you for another..." he looked at his watch quickly, "ten hours! She'll miss you!"
He dodged a flying high heel.
And that should bring you close to up to speed. Now here we were, inside this car. For an hour. A whole hour. Of nothing but sitting here. I really had to pee. Trunks wouldn't let me leave. He seemed to believe that if I left, all the cars would start up and drive off. And if that happened, he wouldn't be waiting around for me. He also seemed to forget that I can fly...
But I was obedient. I sat there. I crossed my legs, and tried to cool off. It was getting pretty warm inside this stuff car, and Trunks didn't want to turn on the air. He'd said it would use up vital gas. Well, maybe it would... but dammit. I was warm!
Trunks was getting angrier and angrier by the second. And he wasn't the only one! Goten and Bra were so angry about being stuck here... so mad... so down right livid about this that... they fell asleep in the back seat.
Trunks had tried turning up the radio to drown out Goten's snoring. I began to wonder how Bra could sleep through that obnoxious sound, now or any other time. Bra wasn't snoring, but didn't even cringe at the loud noise escaping her husband's nose.
And, as if he were awake to hear the sound in the speakers going up, the volume of Goten too rose. It got rather uncomfortable for me. Not only did I have to pee, but now my Uncle was snoring so loud I couldn't hear my favorite song on the radio... he would pay... He would pay dearly...
Trunks' mind wasn't on my uncle though. It was on the green light fifty feet away. Or more amply, the moron who was driving the car, not moving, behind the green light. He growled at the sight of it, pissed off to no end, "Come on pal! It's green! What's wrong? Don't you like that shade?"
I stared at him, totally understanding and agreeing with his message to the asshole.
"I can't believe Goten made me drive," Trunks said, hiding himself behind the wheel. "This is all his fault. When he wakes up, I'm going to kick his ass," he growled, though thought one was quietly followed by thought two, "but don't tell him that," he said, turning to look at me, "because then he'll kick my ass."
I laughed, sitting back on my seat, and trying once more to max out the volume, and beat out uncle Goten. I once again,... failed.
Trunks was getting angry again. He didn't talk this time. He glared at the window, as if the car he'd chosen out of the sea before us would move under his gaze. It wasn't working... He growled loudly, punching the side of the car as hard as he could without breaking through it. I watched in wonder as he removed his hand from the door, leaving a large dent behind. Heh... heh... Trunks... what was that about?
And then the air came. Like a light breeze. Flowing into the car, and cooling me down. I was happy, to say the least. I finally had cold air! Thank you Dende!
I almost have to wonder if the driver in front of us could hear Trunks. Our lane started to move. For the first time in what seemed like my adult life we moved (I'm going to pretend I wasn't over twenty when we got here either). As we generally passed the cars in the other lanes, I noticed Trunks lifting his fingers in the V is for victory sign, wishing the other drivers good luck, "Yeah, peace buddy. Have a nice day. Hope you have fun. Did you just honk at my wife, pervert? Okay, you don't get the first finger in the V."
The sudden movement caused my uncle and best friend to wake. They watched with bug eyes as we passed other cars, and for a moment, I think they may have thought those cars were moving. It wasn't until we passed the green light post that my Uncle finally spoke, "Are we moving?"
"Yes!" Trunks shouted happily, "That idiot in the front of the line finally decided to move! Bra- get out a piece of paper, we're going to write a very strongly worded letter to the head of the police. We are going to let them know that the President of Capsule Corp. and the granddaughter were stuck in traffic for several hours without assistance. They are going to be in deep trouble..."
I'd noticed it was getting colder in the car since the air conditioner went on. And not the 'Duh Pan,... that air conditioner is on... that would be the point!' It was cold! I tried to pull down the end of my sleeves, only to have my hands sticking out from a short-sleeved shirt.
Trunks had begun explaining to his passengers about bad drivers. What were, and what weren't. He of course, was a good driver. But a bad driver, for example, was the guy in front of us, who was going rather slow, and had had his left blinker on for the past ten minutes.
"Trunks," I said, rubbing my arms, "do you think it's getting colder in here? I mean, like colder than the air conditioning was supposed to? I'm getting rather chilly."
I could hear Bra shiver in the back seat. Apparently, they'd been freezing for a while, but didn't want to bother Trunks. And who would? I wouldn't want to in his rampage against the blinker man, passing him with his figure in the up-right position. His only response from the guy, was a pound on his horn, that sounded much like a Mexican music.
"Maybe," Trunks muttered, and revealing that he'd been keep himself warm by only moving that one arm. "But don't worry, we're almost to the small road before home. Then we can open a door or something. All will be fine." he stated, matter-of-factly, and wishing the the woman driving the ford next to us a Merry Christmas, in the middle of July.
We laughed. That was kinda funny. I crossed my legs, quickly remembering that I do to use the restroom. Laughing wasn't helping, "Stop that Trunks," I said, in a slight orderish tone, "I'm going to pee my pants, and then we'll have pissicles in here."
The rest of our trip was uneventful. Goten noticed a squirrel on the way home, and tried to make Trunks run it over. Bra was the first to hang her head out the door as we pulled up to our house. I leaped out, and flew to the bathroom, more than needing to go.
The next chapter is Bra's. I hope you like mine. Jaa ne!
-Pan
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