Sorry for the delay. Of course, only two people reviewed. Those two people are now my personal heroes and have my undying love and affection. Not that it's worth much. *grins* Anyway, review if you read this, even if its to tell me that it sucks.
~ladymoonlight
Sleepless in Western Capital
Chapter Two
Trunks and Goten stood side-by-side on the concrete stoop. The younger boy fidgeted with the hem of the elaborate yellow shirt in which his mother had dressed him. She had refused to let him wear just his training gi, even though any other clothing would inevitably get torn. Instead, Chichi had insisted that Goten wear the yellow and green Chinese-style outfit, complete with the oversized hat with the four-star dragonball attached. Goten was quite aware that he looked absolutely ridiculous next to Trunks who was dressed in a plain grey t-shirt with the Capsule Corp. logo printed on it and a pair of faded blue jeans.
Trunks, the head of the operation, stood on tiptoe to ring the doorbell. The two boys stood at perfect attention while they waited for the occupants of the house to answer. They could hear shuffling and a muffled "coming." Then the door swung open. Yamcha glanced down at them, unable to hide the shocked expression on his face.
"Goten! Trunks! What are you two doing here?" asked the tall fighter, leaning down to be on face level with the two chibis.
"Hi, Uncle Yamcha," stated Trunks formally. "We were wondering if Pu'ar-san was here."
"Um...yeah. Come right in." He stepped to the side to let them pass. "Hey! Pu'ar! You have company. Make yourself at home, boys."
Pu'ar arrived in the living room as the two children settled onto the beer-stained love-seat. She stared at the pair for a moment, glancing towards Yamcha for help. He shrugged, letting her know that he was as clueless as she was.
"Well, I was just heading out to work. Pu'ar, make sure they don't burn down the house." Yamcha shrugged into his brown leather jacket and snatched up his keys. "Ja ne!"
"Ja ne, Uncle Yamcha!" called the two boys in unison.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Trunks turned to Goten, an excited look on his face. "He's gone! This is working better than I had planned!"
Pu'ar's face pinched into a frown. "What exactly do you have planned?" asked the feline warily.
Trunks's blue eyes lit up with excitement. "I have this really great plan, but we need your help..."
"No, I won't shape shift for you," interrupted Pu'ar.
Trunks blinked. "Huh?"
"I'm sure you're mother has told you I'm a shapeshifter, so no, I won't shapeshift into some monster to terrify the other children at school, or into Vegeta and scare Yamcha...or anything else," stated Pu'ar dully.
"Hey...that's a really good idea," muttered Trunks to himself. Then he shook his head and tried to focus on the task at hand. "That's not why we're here, Pu'ar-san."
"Really?" she asked, unsure of whether or not she could be relieved yet.
Trunks vehemently bobbed his head up and down. "We were wondering if you could tell us what sort of women Uncle Yamcha likes..."
Pu'ar sweatdropped. "Why do you want to know that?"
"So we can find him a wife," piped up Goten.
"WHAT?!?" cried the feline.
Trunks quickly defended himself. "Mom said that you were worried about him!"
"Yeah!" stated Goten. "We just want to help Uncle Yamcha not be lonely any more."
Pu'ar looked from one child to the other. She was touched by the look of sincerity on their faces. Sighing, she flopped backwards onto the armchair. "Fine. I'll help."
Trunks and Goten let out whoops of triumph. Trunks pulled out a memo pad and his favorite blue crayon. "So, tell me...what kinda girl does Uncle Yamcha like?"
Pu'ar tilted her head to the side and tried to remember the type of women that Yamcha usually dated. "Well, they should be smart. He has dated a few dimwits, but that usually didn't last long." She paused before continuing. "That's one of the things he liked best about your mother. He always respected her intelligence."
Trunks blushed slightly. Goten frowned; as far as he was concerned, Vegeta and Bulma had always been together. He didn't quite understand the concept of a relationship beginning and ending. The only relationship he had to go by was the one he had with Trunks, and he had *always* been friends with Trunks. He didn't understand that it could be any other way.
"What else?" asked Trunks diplomatically, trying to move on from the sticky subject.
"She'll have to be sweet. A good sense of humor." Pu'ar smiled. "She has to like cats..."
Trunks grinned and underlined "likes cats" twice.
Pu'ar's tail swished back and forth as she thought for a moment. "A little shy, but willing to stand up for herself. She has to be understanding. Yamcha really values a girl he can trust and who he feels comfortable talking to. Not to mention, a girl would have to be very *understanding* considering the company Yamcha keeps," she stated, gesturing to herself and the boys.
Trunks nodded knowingly.
"Looks wise...she doesn't have to be a supermodel. Yamcha looks for personality over appearance...most of the time. He likes blondes, but that's not essential. I don't think he's ever mentioned a favorite eye color. He *does* prefer for the girl to be shorter than him. And he likes for a girl to be...um...well-endowed." Pu'ar shifted nervously.
Goten scrunched up his nose. "What does 'well-endowed' mean?" he asked, turning to Trunks.
"It means she has to have big t..."
"TRUNKS!" interrupted Pu'ar, her voice squeaking.
The boy ducked his head. "Sumimasan."
Goten shrugged. He didn't let it bother him. He knew that Trunks would explain it later when they were alone.
"I think that's a good start," stated Trunks as he flipped the memo pad closed. "Thanks a bunch, Pu'ar-san."
"I just hope I don't end up regretting this," muttered the feline under her breath. She showed the two boys out. As she watched them disappear down the sidewalk she couldn't help hoping for Yamcha's sake that their plan would somehow work out.
~ladymoonlight
Sleepless in Western Capital
Chapter Two
Trunks and Goten stood side-by-side on the concrete stoop. The younger boy fidgeted with the hem of the elaborate yellow shirt in which his mother had dressed him. She had refused to let him wear just his training gi, even though any other clothing would inevitably get torn. Instead, Chichi had insisted that Goten wear the yellow and green Chinese-style outfit, complete with the oversized hat with the four-star dragonball attached. Goten was quite aware that he looked absolutely ridiculous next to Trunks who was dressed in a plain grey t-shirt with the Capsule Corp. logo printed on it and a pair of faded blue jeans.
Trunks, the head of the operation, stood on tiptoe to ring the doorbell. The two boys stood at perfect attention while they waited for the occupants of the house to answer. They could hear shuffling and a muffled "coming." Then the door swung open. Yamcha glanced down at them, unable to hide the shocked expression on his face.
"Goten! Trunks! What are you two doing here?" asked the tall fighter, leaning down to be on face level with the two chibis.
"Hi, Uncle Yamcha," stated Trunks formally. "We were wondering if Pu'ar-san was here."
"Um...yeah. Come right in." He stepped to the side to let them pass. "Hey! Pu'ar! You have company. Make yourself at home, boys."
Pu'ar arrived in the living room as the two children settled onto the beer-stained love-seat. She stared at the pair for a moment, glancing towards Yamcha for help. He shrugged, letting her know that he was as clueless as she was.
"Well, I was just heading out to work. Pu'ar, make sure they don't burn down the house." Yamcha shrugged into his brown leather jacket and snatched up his keys. "Ja ne!"
"Ja ne, Uncle Yamcha!" called the two boys in unison.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Trunks turned to Goten, an excited look on his face. "He's gone! This is working better than I had planned!"
Pu'ar's face pinched into a frown. "What exactly do you have planned?" asked the feline warily.
Trunks's blue eyes lit up with excitement. "I have this really great plan, but we need your help..."
"No, I won't shape shift for you," interrupted Pu'ar.
Trunks blinked. "Huh?"
"I'm sure you're mother has told you I'm a shapeshifter, so no, I won't shapeshift into some monster to terrify the other children at school, or into Vegeta and scare Yamcha...or anything else," stated Pu'ar dully.
"Hey...that's a really good idea," muttered Trunks to himself. Then he shook his head and tried to focus on the task at hand. "That's not why we're here, Pu'ar-san."
"Really?" she asked, unsure of whether or not she could be relieved yet.
Trunks vehemently bobbed his head up and down. "We were wondering if you could tell us what sort of women Uncle Yamcha likes..."
Pu'ar sweatdropped. "Why do you want to know that?"
"So we can find him a wife," piped up Goten.
"WHAT?!?" cried the feline.
Trunks quickly defended himself. "Mom said that you were worried about him!"
"Yeah!" stated Goten. "We just want to help Uncle Yamcha not be lonely any more."
Pu'ar looked from one child to the other. She was touched by the look of sincerity on their faces. Sighing, she flopped backwards onto the armchair. "Fine. I'll help."
Trunks and Goten let out whoops of triumph. Trunks pulled out a memo pad and his favorite blue crayon. "So, tell me...what kinda girl does Uncle Yamcha like?"
Pu'ar tilted her head to the side and tried to remember the type of women that Yamcha usually dated. "Well, they should be smart. He has dated a few dimwits, but that usually didn't last long." She paused before continuing. "That's one of the things he liked best about your mother. He always respected her intelligence."
Trunks blushed slightly. Goten frowned; as far as he was concerned, Vegeta and Bulma had always been together. He didn't quite understand the concept of a relationship beginning and ending. The only relationship he had to go by was the one he had with Trunks, and he had *always* been friends with Trunks. He didn't understand that it could be any other way.
"What else?" asked Trunks diplomatically, trying to move on from the sticky subject.
"She'll have to be sweet. A good sense of humor." Pu'ar smiled. "She has to like cats..."
Trunks grinned and underlined "likes cats" twice.
Pu'ar's tail swished back and forth as she thought for a moment. "A little shy, but willing to stand up for herself. She has to be understanding. Yamcha really values a girl he can trust and who he feels comfortable talking to. Not to mention, a girl would have to be very *understanding* considering the company Yamcha keeps," she stated, gesturing to herself and the boys.
Trunks nodded knowingly.
"Looks wise...she doesn't have to be a supermodel. Yamcha looks for personality over appearance...most of the time. He likes blondes, but that's not essential. I don't think he's ever mentioned a favorite eye color. He *does* prefer for the girl to be shorter than him. And he likes for a girl to be...um...well-endowed." Pu'ar shifted nervously.
Goten scrunched up his nose. "What does 'well-endowed' mean?" he asked, turning to Trunks.
"It means she has to have big t..."
"TRUNKS!" interrupted Pu'ar, her voice squeaking.
The boy ducked his head. "Sumimasan."
Goten shrugged. He didn't let it bother him. He knew that Trunks would explain it later when they were alone.
"I think that's a good start," stated Trunks as he flipped the memo pad closed. "Thanks a bunch, Pu'ar-san."
"I just hope I don't end up regretting this," muttered the feline under her breath. She showed the two boys out. As she watched them disappear down the sidewalk she couldn't help hoping for Yamcha's sake that their plan would somehow work out.