((wanna hear something freaky? Not two hours after I wrote chapter two my
mom (who, I pray has not and never shall read my stories) up and says,
"hey, why don't you cook that delicious chicken curry and rice for dinner?"
I swear to Goddess I kid you not. Weird huh? Anyway, now that I have all
the Japanese treats my heart could ever desire, *nibbles on her an pan,
sighs with bliss* I have the inspiration to write this chapter. I'm going
to fit ochazuke no moto somewhere in there because it's so good, and the
umeboshi flavor doesn't suck half as much as I thought it would. People
might flame me if I put octopus in there, so let's not and say we did. No
dashi unless in small amounts. Ok, enough about food, because Goten is
gnawing on my leg.)))
A: *kicks said boy away making a face* ew, Goten! I swear my leg isn't edible. Shoo.
G: but- but- an pan... *drools*
A: *breaks off a piece for him, tosses it* that is all I shall spare. The rest I bought so it's mine.
G: *steals all her an pan when she isn't looking and flies away*
A: *bursts into tears and bawls all over Goku's nice clean shirt*
GK: *patpats her head* it's ok. Say... you wouldn't happen to have more an pan... would you?
A: *hires Vegeta to pound on his ass and leaves storming away angrily*
V: take that, bitch.
GK: look at all tha pretty stars.... ah! An pan! It's my lucky day! *munches on a rock*
A: *twitches, sweatdropping* why did I write this? I have no clue. I must refrain from being bored too often.
Now that I'm done being strange, I'll deny all ownership to DBZ or GT and all characters pertaining to except the obvious ones that are mine and mine alone. Nothing clever today, sorry.
-Black eyes-
Goten gazed up at the clear blue of the summer sky, watching the wispy clouds float by lazily while he twirled a blade of grass between his teeth.
"That one looks like a cow." Trunks pointed out unenthusiastically, yawning.
"Nuh-uh, looks like a dinosaur."
"Everything looks like dinosaurs to you."
"nope, that one looks like a barbecued drumstick."
Trunks sighed. Hopeless.
"That one looks like a unicorn!" Cindi piped up gleefully.
"Yeah, it kinda does." Trunks agreed, tilting his head slightly.
The three children lay on their favorite grassy knoll, wasting time as usual. Ever since the race, Goten had a newfound respect for his sister, who often challenged the authority of the one peer he looked up to most. She was like her mother that way; practically fearless when there was a real threat to her health. Of course, she was terrified of the teddy bear in her brother's room and wet herself the first time she saw Shenron, but who didn't? Shenron was definitely intimidating.
The girl smirked, reaching over and pinching Trunks in the side. This caused him to jump a little in surprise, then tackle said youngster in a "tickle attack!" which in no time involved Goten as well, and all three children rolled down the hill as a single giggling mass.
"Trunks, get your foot out of my eye!!" Goten protested upon reaching the foot of the knoll.
"I didn't put it there, don't yell at me."
Goten kicked trunks forcefully, this causing him to fall on Cindi, who promptly bit him in retaliation.
"AH! Guys!! Stop ganging up on me!!" which, of course, gave them the idea, so they both pounced on him at once, tickling.
"NOOOOOO!! Aaaaaahhh!! Someone help meeeee! I'm being assaulted by lunatics!!! NO!! Not the armpit!! GA!!"
"What 'are' you doing?" a familiar voice inquired.
All three looked up at the towering form of Piccolo, eyes wide.
"Dende? Wow, you sure grew..." Cindi said, standing and walking around the namekian. She hid herself in his cloak and giggled. "And why are you wearing these funny clothes?"
The alien sweatdropped, then reached behind himself, grasping the toddler by the back of her shirt, holding her up to face him.
"If you think I'm Dende, you need mental help."
"Cindi... that's Piccolo, you baka." Goten hissed angrily.
"Piki-what? Pikmin? I thought that was a game."
Both boys anime-fell dramatically.
"Eh, forgive her, Piccolo-san, she's led a sheltered life, all seven years of it..." Trunks apologized for her.
"Hn, I can imagine, with a mother like Chichi. My sympathies." He said the last sentence to the girl, who was now happily humming a tune whilst dangling from said namekian's grasp.
"Can you put me down now, Mr. Pikmin?"
"Piccolo."
"Whatever."
He set her down, if not a little embarrassed for not doing so sooner, and regarded the children in his eerie silence.
"Well, if she needs training, don't come to me. I don't train females."
"Whatever. I don't think she's up to fighting anyway. The dinosaur said not to." Goten informed him.
"Hn... well, don't kill yourselves, alright?"
"fiiiiiiiiiiiine." Goten and trunks said rolling their eyes.
And as quickly as the green one had appeared, he left, taking to the air and soon disappearing from view.
"Well, that was special."
"Special? Nani?" Cindi tilted her head at the young prince.
"Nothing. Hey, let's spar."
"Sparring's getting boring." Goten whined.
"I can't believe he just said that."
"Awright, Trunks, you an' me. Here an' now." Cindi challenged, grinning ear to ear.
"Listen, squirt, just because you dad's training you now, it don't mean you're ready to play with the big kids. Get it?"
Without warning, Cindi suckerpunched Trunks in the face, causing him to stagger back, trip over his own feet and fall hard on the dry grass with a thud.
"Oh... my god..." Goten said through the hand he had drawn to his mouth in shock.
Slowly, Trunks touched the now-puffing flesh around his eye, then looked up with the most deathly sneer Goten had ever seen on his best buddy's face.
"You're goin' down, little girl. Oh ho, you are so goin' down." He stood, clenching his fists.
"Cindi, you shouldn't have-" Goten winced when Trunks flashed him a warning glance.
He turned his head slowly back to face her, lip twitching not unlike his father's often did in the midst of boiling rage.
"Let's see if you're up to facing a super-saiyan, huh? You think you're so tough... we'll see who's tough when you're spittin' teeth."
"Trunks, no-"
He flared into the telltale golden aura, narrowing his turquoise eyes.
Unbeknownst to the three demi-saiyans, Piccolo was watching and listening attentively from afar. High up in the canopy of some towering oak, he smirked. The girl reminded him of Gohan not so long ago; bold after finding his hidden strength. It was in the saiyan blood to challenge a more physically powerful being. Crazy monkeys, he chuckled to himself.
Cindi smiled happily up at the blond boy as if she knew better than to be intimidated by him.
"You can't beat me." She sing-songed, teasing him.
"Oh, and how is that?" he inquired through gritted teeth.
"'Cause I'm just so cute!" she replied, suddenly hopping up on her tip-toes and planting a kiss on his cheek. This caused a remarkable reaction: the boy recoiled in disgust rubbing frantically at the entire right side of his face, squealing a disapproving "GROSS!!!" while hopping from foot to foot, and screaming as if his face were being eaten away by flesh-consuming bacteria. Goten collapsed in irresistible hoots of hearty laughter at his friend's turmoil, rolling on the grass and holding his sides as he shook with spasms of mirth.
"I win! I win!" Cindi taunted, skipping around the golden-haired boy, who in turn, also without warning, pounded her forcefully on the head. She fell backward, eyes taking on that age-old anime swirl and mouth a dazed smile, a large bump protruding from her cranium. "itaiiii...."
Goten stopped short, standing and clearing his throat, acting as if he never laughed in the first place.
"Told you not to mess with me, kid." Trunks reminded her haughtily, thumbing his nose. "C'mon, Goten, I need a real challenge. Spar with me?"
At that precise moment, Cindi had regained her feet and swung a fast kick to the side of Trunks' head, sending him flying into a nearby tree. She then proceeded to make an obscene gesture in his direction, the selfsame one she had seen him use so many times. (AN- watch tha birdie) Again, Goten was reduced to giggles.
The enraged demi-saiyan charged back to her and they commenced a fast bout of hand-to-hand combat. This waged on for almost half an hour before both managed to knee each other in the gut at the same time and fall to the ground, curling up in pain.
"Uhm... just a suggestion..." Goten began. "maybe you guys should just call it a tie. It's lunchtime."
Trunks coughed a few times before responding. "Sure, whatever."
"He's just scared I'll end up beating him- *cough, hack*" Cindi stated, tears welling in strained eyes.
"Am not. I'm afraid I'll end up killing you, baka onna." His stomach grumbled, he blushed. "...and I'm hungry." (AN- awh!)
"Mum's making udon noodles." Goten declared. Both chibis hopped to their feet after hearing this fact.
"Your ass is mine tomorrow, though." Trunks warned the girl, powering down to his lavender-locked form.
"As if. I'm gunna make you cry like a baby."
"Oh, I'd love to see you try...right after I beat you to the table." He challenged, smirking.
And another race began.
}~*~{
Trunks sneaked through the Brief residence's front door cautiously, sensing for any trace of his father. He then proceeded to very stealthily make his way upstairs to his room.
"Hold it."
The boy froze, wincing.
"Hey, mom, 'sup?"
"Don't you 'sup' me, young man. Get your tucus back down here."
"uhh..."
"Now!"
He promptly turned and skipped stairs on his way to the bottom.
Bulma gasped upon seeing the state of her son's face, then frowned.
"You've been playing rough with Goten again, haven't you?"
"Hehe, yeah, I guess." He laughed, if not a little uneasily.
"Well, how did you manage let him do that?" she said worriedly, lightly brushing a hand across his left cheek and grazing her thumb on the sensitive bruise around his eye to check for severity of damage. The boy sucked a sudden breath in through his teeth in pain, pulling away.
"Mom, it hurts, don't touch."
"You need some ice on that, stay there." She left for the kitchen.
"No, mom, you don't have to-"
"Yes I do. I will not let my son go back to school next week with a black eye and that's final. I don't know if you kids think it's 'cool' to have black eyes but it is certainly not 'cool' in my household..." she paused, depositing some ice into a plastic bag and wrapping it in a hand towel. "Now." She strode from the kitchen's ample doorway, stopping in front of her son and attempting to apply the bundle in her hand to his face, only to have it snatched from her grumpily by the chibi, who unwillingly placed it to his blackened eye.
"Just you wait, Cindi, just you wait..." he growled under his breath, cursing the girl.
"What was that?"
"Ah, nothing."
((Next chapter will definitely be "the treehouse" unless I decide to write another frivolous fighting scene between the two. Then it would be "Trunks' revenge". I wont decide yet cause I like to keep my options open. Anyway, review.)))
A: *kicks said boy away making a face* ew, Goten! I swear my leg isn't edible. Shoo.
G: but- but- an pan... *drools*
A: *breaks off a piece for him, tosses it* that is all I shall spare. The rest I bought so it's mine.
G: *steals all her an pan when she isn't looking and flies away*
A: *bursts into tears and bawls all over Goku's nice clean shirt*
GK: *patpats her head* it's ok. Say... you wouldn't happen to have more an pan... would you?
A: *hires Vegeta to pound on his ass and leaves storming away angrily*
V: take that, bitch.
GK: look at all tha pretty stars.... ah! An pan! It's my lucky day! *munches on a rock*
A: *twitches, sweatdropping* why did I write this? I have no clue. I must refrain from being bored too often.
Now that I'm done being strange, I'll deny all ownership to DBZ or GT and all characters pertaining to except the obvious ones that are mine and mine alone. Nothing clever today, sorry.
-Black eyes-
Goten gazed up at the clear blue of the summer sky, watching the wispy clouds float by lazily while he twirled a blade of grass between his teeth.
"That one looks like a cow." Trunks pointed out unenthusiastically, yawning.
"Nuh-uh, looks like a dinosaur."
"Everything looks like dinosaurs to you."
"nope, that one looks like a barbecued drumstick."
Trunks sighed. Hopeless.
"That one looks like a unicorn!" Cindi piped up gleefully.
"Yeah, it kinda does." Trunks agreed, tilting his head slightly.
The three children lay on their favorite grassy knoll, wasting time as usual. Ever since the race, Goten had a newfound respect for his sister, who often challenged the authority of the one peer he looked up to most. She was like her mother that way; practically fearless when there was a real threat to her health. Of course, she was terrified of the teddy bear in her brother's room and wet herself the first time she saw Shenron, but who didn't? Shenron was definitely intimidating.
The girl smirked, reaching over and pinching Trunks in the side. This caused him to jump a little in surprise, then tackle said youngster in a "tickle attack!" which in no time involved Goten as well, and all three children rolled down the hill as a single giggling mass.
"Trunks, get your foot out of my eye!!" Goten protested upon reaching the foot of the knoll.
"I didn't put it there, don't yell at me."
Goten kicked trunks forcefully, this causing him to fall on Cindi, who promptly bit him in retaliation.
"AH! Guys!! Stop ganging up on me!!" which, of course, gave them the idea, so they both pounced on him at once, tickling.
"NOOOOOO!! Aaaaaahhh!! Someone help meeeee! I'm being assaulted by lunatics!!! NO!! Not the armpit!! GA!!"
"What 'are' you doing?" a familiar voice inquired.
All three looked up at the towering form of Piccolo, eyes wide.
"Dende? Wow, you sure grew..." Cindi said, standing and walking around the namekian. She hid herself in his cloak and giggled. "And why are you wearing these funny clothes?"
The alien sweatdropped, then reached behind himself, grasping the toddler by the back of her shirt, holding her up to face him.
"If you think I'm Dende, you need mental help."
"Cindi... that's Piccolo, you baka." Goten hissed angrily.
"Piki-what? Pikmin? I thought that was a game."
Both boys anime-fell dramatically.
"Eh, forgive her, Piccolo-san, she's led a sheltered life, all seven years of it..." Trunks apologized for her.
"Hn, I can imagine, with a mother like Chichi. My sympathies." He said the last sentence to the girl, who was now happily humming a tune whilst dangling from said namekian's grasp.
"Can you put me down now, Mr. Pikmin?"
"Piccolo."
"Whatever."
He set her down, if not a little embarrassed for not doing so sooner, and regarded the children in his eerie silence.
"Well, if she needs training, don't come to me. I don't train females."
"Whatever. I don't think she's up to fighting anyway. The dinosaur said not to." Goten informed him.
"Hn... well, don't kill yourselves, alright?"
"fiiiiiiiiiiiine." Goten and trunks said rolling their eyes.
And as quickly as the green one had appeared, he left, taking to the air and soon disappearing from view.
"Well, that was special."
"Special? Nani?" Cindi tilted her head at the young prince.
"Nothing. Hey, let's spar."
"Sparring's getting boring." Goten whined.
"I can't believe he just said that."
"Awright, Trunks, you an' me. Here an' now." Cindi challenged, grinning ear to ear.
"Listen, squirt, just because you dad's training you now, it don't mean you're ready to play with the big kids. Get it?"
Without warning, Cindi suckerpunched Trunks in the face, causing him to stagger back, trip over his own feet and fall hard on the dry grass with a thud.
"Oh... my god..." Goten said through the hand he had drawn to his mouth in shock.
Slowly, Trunks touched the now-puffing flesh around his eye, then looked up with the most deathly sneer Goten had ever seen on his best buddy's face.
"You're goin' down, little girl. Oh ho, you are so goin' down." He stood, clenching his fists.
"Cindi, you shouldn't have-" Goten winced when Trunks flashed him a warning glance.
He turned his head slowly back to face her, lip twitching not unlike his father's often did in the midst of boiling rage.
"Let's see if you're up to facing a super-saiyan, huh? You think you're so tough... we'll see who's tough when you're spittin' teeth."
"Trunks, no-"
He flared into the telltale golden aura, narrowing his turquoise eyes.
Unbeknownst to the three demi-saiyans, Piccolo was watching and listening attentively from afar. High up in the canopy of some towering oak, he smirked. The girl reminded him of Gohan not so long ago; bold after finding his hidden strength. It was in the saiyan blood to challenge a more physically powerful being. Crazy monkeys, he chuckled to himself.
Cindi smiled happily up at the blond boy as if she knew better than to be intimidated by him.
"You can't beat me." She sing-songed, teasing him.
"Oh, and how is that?" he inquired through gritted teeth.
"'Cause I'm just so cute!" she replied, suddenly hopping up on her tip-toes and planting a kiss on his cheek. This caused a remarkable reaction: the boy recoiled in disgust rubbing frantically at the entire right side of his face, squealing a disapproving "GROSS!!!" while hopping from foot to foot, and screaming as if his face were being eaten away by flesh-consuming bacteria. Goten collapsed in irresistible hoots of hearty laughter at his friend's turmoil, rolling on the grass and holding his sides as he shook with spasms of mirth.
"I win! I win!" Cindi taunted, skipping around the golden-haired boy, who in turn, also without warning, pounded her forcefully on the head. She fell backward, eyes taking on that age-old anime swirl and mouth a dazed smile, a large bump protruding from her cranium. "itaiiii...."
Goten stopped short, standing and clearing his throat, acting as if he never laughed in the first place.
"Told you not to mess with me, kid." Trunks reminded her haughtily, thumbing his nose. "C'mon, Goten, I need a real challenge. Spar with me?"
At that precise moment, Cindi had regained her feet and swung a fast kick to the side of Trunks' head, sending him flying into a nearby tree. She then proceeded to make an obscene gesture in his direction, the selfsame one she had seen him use so many times. (AN- watch tha birdie) Again, Goten was reduced to giggles.
The enraged demi-saiyan charged back to her and they commenced a fast bout of hand-to-hand combat. This waged on for almost half an hour before both managed to knee each other in the gut at the same time and fall to the ground, curling up in pain.
"Uhm... just a suggestion..." Goten began. "maybe you guys should just call it a tie. It's lunchtime."
Trunks coughed a few times before responding. "Sure, whatever."
"He's just scared I'll end up beating him- *cough, hack*" Cindi stated, tears welling in strained eyes.
"Am not. I'm afraid I'll end up killing you, baka onna." His stomach grumbled, he blushed. "...and I'm hungry." (AN- awh!)
"Mum's making udon noodles." Goten declared. Both chibis hopped to their feet after hearing this fact.
"Your ass is mine tomorrow, though." Trunks warned the girl, powering down to his lavender-locked form.
"As if. I'm gunna make you cry like a baby."
"Oh, I'd love to see you try...right after I beat you to the table." He challenged, smirking.
And another race began.
}~*~{
Trunks sneaked through the Brief residence's front door cautiously, sensing for any trace of his father. He then proceeded to very stealthily make his way upstairs to his room.
"Hold it."
The boy froze, wincing.
"Hey, mom, 'sup?"
"Don't you 'sup' me, young man. Get your tucus back down here."
"uhh..."
"Now!"
He promptly turned and skipped stairs on his way to the bottom.
Bulma gasped upon seeing the state of her son's face, then frowned.
"You've been playing rough with Goten again, haven't you?"
"Hehe, yeah, I guess." He laughed, if not a little uneasily.
"Well, how did you manage let him do that?" she said worriedly, lightly brushing a hand across his left cheek and grazing her thumb on the sensitive bruise around his eye to check for severity of damage. The boy sucked a sudden breath in through his teeth in pain, pulling away.
"Mom, it hurts, don't touch."
"You need some ice on that, stay there." She left for the kitchen.
"No, mom, you don't have to-"
"Yes I do. I will not let my son go back to school next week with a black eye and that's final. I don't know if you kids think it's 'cool' to have black eyes but it is certainly not 'cool' in my household..." she paused, depositing some ice into a plastic bag and wrapping it in a hand towel. "Now." She strode from the kitchen's ample doorway, stopping in front of her son and attempting to apply the bundle in her hand to his face, only to have it snatched from her grumpily by the chibi, who unwillingly placed it to his blackened eye.
"Just you wait, Cindi, just you wait..." he growled under his breath, cursing the girl.
"What was that?"
"Ah, nothing."
((Next chapter will definitely be "the treehouse" unless I decide to write another frivolous fighting scene between the two. Then it would be "Trunks' revenge". I wont decide yet cause I like to keep my options open. Anyway, review.)))