When the Cops jumpted out of the SWAT car, we knew something was up. "GO GO
GO!" One cop yelled from behind a car, In fear I guess that he might be
pumpted full of lead.
~CRASH~ "What was that!?" I yelled throwing my self off the couch and to the door. "WHAT DID YOU DO WHILE I WAS GONE!?" Trunks yelled while looking out the window. "I didnt do anything!!" Just then, a SWAT member walked down the stairs with a stuffed penguin in a muzzle. "Excuse me, I was woundering--" I was interupted by the SWAT man. "Sorry Ma'am. This is secret agent Q. He was stationed in your bathroom. He will be put where he belongs now. In the Penguin Mental Clinic." Just then, The members walked out of our home, leaving shattered glass everywhere. Trunks and I stood silently. Blinking in confusion.
After I sweeped up the glass and Trunks had put the duct tape over the holes in the windows, Trunks called in the heavy duty search and rescue material to see where his Grandma was. "Serena, can you hand me the yellow pages?" "Why? 9-1-1 is the police..." "Thats for emergencys." "Oh. right. So who are we going to call? The hospital? The Air force?" I paused and looked in a cupboard for a phone book. "Nope. Goten. Usally he's good at being a little retriever. Ya know. Give him candy or something and he'll be like putty in your hands." Trunks laughed to himself. "You have had way too much pratice." I said dumping some old coupons into the garbage. Trunks Dialed the number and intwined his fingers in the cord. "Hey there Goku- San. Is Goten there? Could you give him the phone please? Thanks." Trunks stood leaning on the wall tapping his foot. "Trunks, Have you seen my cup?" I asked looking around the kitchen. Trunks plugged his ear and shook his head. "Goten! Hey. Im sorry Ive called you at such a bad time but-- you what? Oh Geez. Well I guess we'll have to go find my Grandma by our selves. Thanks any ways." Trunks hung up and shook his head laughing. "What??" I asked looking under the table. "Goten got his head stuck in a log and now he has to wear a neck brace for a few days." I turned the corner into the living room, searching for my cup of coffee. "What are you doing?" Trunks said following me. "Looking for my cup of coffee. I'm thirsty." "Well there is more than one cup in the house. Besides. We need to go look for my Grandma." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling my bangs back a little.
Trunks reached down for the car keys and paused. "Did you hear that...?" "Hear what?" I asked grabbing my coat. Trunks then heard the noise again, now a little louder. "You didnt hear that?" "Yeah... I did that time... what is it?" Trunks slowly turned around the corner. "I dont know..." He grabbed a cane from the umbrella holder and turned the corner slowly. "It's in the laundry room..." I said getting lower to the ground. "Yeah... Maybe that Agent Q Penguin had some friends with him..." slowly we turned the corner and saw the laundry room door shaking. "Um.. Um.. Thats not normal..." "Sure isnt..." I replied, gulping. "Y-y-ou open the door..." I said pushing my self behind Trunks. "Why me? Why not you??" I sighed. "Because... you are the guy here... so go..." Trunks slowly took a step forward and put his hand on the door knob. I stayed clung to his torso. "Sere... um..." "Just go in, Trunks!" Trunks shook a little. "OK...." He said slowly turning the door knob. As the door opened, an explosion of suds fell on top of both of us. I gagged up some bubbles as I tried to get to the top of the pile. "T-Trunks! *cough* Where are you!?" Just then, I was pulled under the soap. A sharp sting pierced my eyes as I went under. I could feel my elbows brush the cold wood floor as I hit the bottom. As I hit, I felt my finger tips hit another body. I gaged a little as I grabbed hold of Trunk's arm.
I clawed us both to the top of the suds. The soapy film coated my throat as I tried to gasp for air. "T-Trunks!!" I yelled pulling him up. "RAAHH!!" Trunks yelled as he pounced out of the soap and, yet again, pulling me under. I soon found that this was a game for Trunks. I sprawled around, trying to get my head out of the soap, and keeping Trunks off of me! I needed AIR! Trunks grabbed my torso, pulling me back twards him so my back was facing him. "Trunks! I need to get out!" "Why?" He said pulling me up to his chest, my back now pressed up against him. "What are you--" I said as Trunks pulled us under. Trunks turned and pulled me into his arms. I smiled a little and tried to get up for air again, but he held on to me by the hips. I figured the faster I just let Trunks play his little game, the faster I could get out and start cleaning this mess. Trunks turned me around and pulled me up to his chest. He kissed me, passionatly tracing my lips with his own. I began to panic when he tried to pin me down in the dome of bubbles. I scooched us out of the bubbles, so at least I could breathe.
I murmered over Trunk's lips, "Can we move this to the couch or something? My back hurts." Trunks stopped and looked at me. "Alrighty." He said standing up and picking me up. "Eh heh..." I said kinda smirking. Right when we both got on the couch, Trunks wrapped his arms around me and pinned me on my back to the seat of the couch. Just as Trunks began to run his hand over my hip, the front door swung open. Trunks whiplashed his head up in shock. There he stood. Shawn. Drenched and looking awfully tipsy. "Shawn!!" Trunks yelled. "Whats goin' on wit chu! Why you makin' moves on mah woman!" Shawn staggered into the living room, dragging in mud and the smell of dirty pubs. "Shawn, Why are you here??" Trunks said, climbing off of me and standing up. I turned my head around and my eyes were just over the arm rest. Just enough to see Shawn in all his glory. "Man Trunks, I thought we could hang! ya know!? Homies!" Trunks stood in shock. "Er... Shawn, I think you need to go home..." Trunks said walking twards him. Shawn looked at me over the arm rest. "Aye YO! How you doin' hot stuff!? Man Trunks, If you don't wanna' hang, I'll hang with her, man." Trunks got closer to Shawn and started turning him twards the door way again, getting defencive. "You REALLY need to leave." Shawn turned and tried to punch Trunks in the face, but Trunks caught his arm and pushed him out the door, falling to the door step. Trunks slammed the door and turned to look at me. "Heh..." He said laughing sheepishly. "Where were we?" He said walking to the couch. "I remember where I was..."
Late that night, close to 1 in the morning, his Grandma came home. Trunks and I were asleep on the couch, lying in each other's arms. "Awww..." She said as she walked in. "Ill just go put these grocerys away and go to bed too." As the door closed, it made the wall shake a little and woke Trunks up. "...ehhh...." He moaned as he streched. "Grandma?" He questioned the figure in the door way. "Yes Trunks, Im sorry for waking you. You can go back to bed again." "Where were you?" Trunks said rubbing his eye. "Well I was on the highway when I met a very mean woman who would not let me pass, so I tried to ram into her but the car stopped in the middle of the road, and I was stranded until I figured out that I took my foot off the gas." Trunks shook his head. "Yeah. Ok. Well, Go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow..." "Whats that?" "Well, the washer exploded... and... er..." Trunks said, itching his chin. "Oh my. Your right. Well good night." "Night."
The next morning........
~CRASH~ "What was that!?" I yelled throwing my self off the couch and to the door. "WHAT DID YOU DO WHILE I WAS GONE!?" Trunks yelled while looking out the window. "I didnt do anything!!" Just then, a SWAT member walked down the stairs with a stuffed penguin in a muzzle. "Excuse me, I was woundering--" I was interupted by the SWAT man. "Sorry Ma'am. This is secret agent Q. He was stationed in your bathroom. He will be put where he belongs now. In the Penguin Mental Clinic." Just then, The members walked out of our home, leaving shattered glass everywhere. Trunks and I stood silently. Blinking in confusion.
After I sweeped up the glass and Trunks had put the duct tape over the holes in the windows, Trunks called in the heavy duty search and rescue material to see where his Grandma was. "Serena, can you hand me the yellow pages?" "Why? 9-1-1 is the police..." "Thats for emergencys." "Oh. right. So who are we going to call? The hospital? The Air force?" I paused and looked in a cupboard for a phone book. "Nope. Goten. Usally he's good at being a little retriever. Ya know. Give him candy or something and he'll be like putty in your hands." Trunks laughed to himself. "You have had way too much pratice." I said dumping some old coupons into the garbage. Trunks Dialed the number and intwined his fingers in the cord. "Hey there Goku- San. Is Goten there? Could you give him the phone please? Thanks." Trunks stood leaning on the wall tapping his foot. "Trunks, Have you seen my cup?" I asked looking around the kitchen. Trunks plugged his ear and shook his head. "Goten! Hey. Im sorry Ive called you at such a bad time but-- you what? Oh Geez. Well I guess we'll have to go find my Grandma by our selves. Thanks any ways." Trunks hung up and shook his head laughing. "What??" I asked looking under the table. "Goten got his head stuck in a log and now he has to wear a neck brace for a few days." I turned the corner into the living room, searching for my cup of coffee. "What are you doing?" Trunks said following me. "Looking for my cup of coffee. I'm thirsty." "Well there is more than one cup in the house. Besides. We need to go look for my Grandma." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling my bangs back a little.
Trunks reached down for the car keys and paused. "Did you hear that...?" "Hear what?" I asked grabbing my coat. Trunks then heard the noise again, now a little louder. "You didnt hear that?" "Yeah... I did that time... what is it?" Trunks slowly turned around the corner. "I dont know..." He grabbed a cane from the umbrella holder and turned the corner slowly. "It's in the laundry room..." I said getting lower to the ground. "Yeah... Maybe that Agent Q Penguin had some friends with him..." slowly we turned the corner and saw the laundry room door shaking. "Um.. Um.. Thats not normal..." "Sure isnt..." I replied, gulping. "Y-y-ou open the door..." I said pushing my self behind Trunks. "Why me? Why not you??" I sighed. "Because... you are the guy here... so go..." Trunks slowly took a step forward and put his hand on the door knob. I stayed clung to his torso. "Sere... um..." "Just go in, Trunks!" Trunks shook a little. "OK...." He said slowly turning the door knob. As the door opened, an explosion of suds fell on top of both of us. I gagged up some bubbles as I tried to get to the top of the pile. "T-Trunks! *cough* Where are you!?" Just then, I was pulled under the soap. A sharp sting pierced my eyes as I went under. I could feel my elbows brush the cold wood floor as I hit the bottom. As I hit, I felt my finger tips hit another body. I gaged a little as I grabbed hold of Trunk's arm.
I clawed us both to the top of the suds. The soapy film coated my throat as I tried to gasp for air. "T-Trunks!!" I yelled pulling him up. "RAAHH!!" Trunks yelled as he pounced out of the soap and, yet again, pulling me under. I soon found that this was a game for Trunks. I sprawled around, trying to get my head out of the soap, and keeping Trunks off of me! I needed AIR! Trunks grabbed my torso, pulling me back twards him so my back was facing him. "Trunks! I need to get out!" "Why?" He said pulling me up to his chest, my back now pressed up against him. "What are you--" I said as Trunks pulled us under. Trunks turned and pulled me into his arms. I smiled a little and tried to get up for air again, but he held on to me by the hips. I figured the faster I just let Trunks play his little game, the faster I could get out and start cleaning this mess. Trunks turned me around and pulled me up to his chest. He kissed me, passionatly tracing my lips with his own. I began to panic when he tried to pin me down in the dome of bubbles. I scooched us out of the bubbles, so at least I could breathe.
I murmered over Trunk's lips, "Can we move this to the couch or something? My back hurts." Trunks stopped and looked at me. "Alrighty." He said standing up and picking me up. "Eh heh..." I said kinda smirking. Right when we both got on the couch, Trunks wrapped his arms around me and pinned me on my back to the seat of the couch. Just as Trunks began to run his hand over my hip, the front door swung open. Trunks whiplashed his head up in shock. There he stood. Shawn. Drenched and looking awfully tipsy. "Shawn!!" Trunks yelled. "Whats goin' on wit chu! Why you makin' moves on mah woman!" Shawn staggered into the living room, dragging in mud and the smell of dirty pubs. "Shawn, Why are you here??" Trunks said, climbing off of me and standing up. I turned my head around and my eyes were just over the arm rest. Just enough to see Shawn in all his glory. "Man Trunks, I thought we could hang! ya know!? Homies!" Trunks stood in shock. "Er... Shawn, I think you need to go home..." Trunks said walking twards him. Shawn looked at me over the arm rest. "Aye YO! How you doin' hot stuff!? Man Trunks, If you don't wanna' hang, I'll hang with her, man." Trunks got closer to Shawn and started turning him twards the door way again, getting defencive. "You REALLY need to leave." Shawn turned and tried to punch Trunks in the face, but Trunks caught his arm and pushed him out the door, falling to the door step. Trunks slammed the door and turned to look at me. "Heh..." He said laughing sheepishly. "Where were we?" He said walking to the couch. "I remember where I was..."
Late that night, close to 1 in the morning, his Grandma came home. Trunks and I were asleep on the couch, lying in each other's arms. "Awww..." She said as she walked in. "Ill just go put these grocerys away and go to bed too." As the door closed, it made the wall shake a little and woke Trunks up. "...ehhh...." He moaned as he streched. "Grandma?" He questioned the figure in the door way. "Yes Trunks, Im sorry for waking you. You can go back to bed again." "Where were you?" Trunks said rubbing his eye. "Well I was on the highway when I met a very mean woman who would not let me pass, so I tried to ram into her but the car stopped in the middle of the road, and I was stranded until I figured out that I took my foot off the gas." Trunks shook his head. "Yeah. Ok. Well, Go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow..." "Whats that?" "Well, the washer exploded... and... er..." Trunks said, itching his chin. "Oh my. Your right. Well good night." "Night."
The next morning........
