In The Eyes of a Hunter
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 7 - Time to Pay Your Debts
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Trunks waved to the delivery guy. "Thank you!" he called and took the huge stack of pizza boxes to the kitchen table after shutting the front door with his foot, and set them down. "Hey Goten! Pizza's here!"
A flush was heard shortly before Goten ran out of the bathroom and over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. "Great! I'm starving!"
Trunks opened a box of the hot, steamy pizzas. "You just ate practically everything in my refrigerator a half hour ago, ya know."
Goten grinned widely. "That was just a snack to hold me over until the pizzas got here!" he said with a laugh.
Trunks just shook his head and chuckled. "You'll never change, Goten."
"Nope!" he agreed happily while piling several pieces of pizza on a plate.
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Pan and Bra remained in Bra's bedroom. Pan was on the floor, lying down on her stomach with her legs kicking back and forth casually, while Bra was on her bed, propped up against the headboard. Pan looked up from her Teen magazine at the door, which had been barricaded with the remainder of Bra's furniture and locked as well. "Is that really necessary?" she asked.
Bra looked at her in surprise. "Of course it is!"
Pan glanced at her, then back at the door. "Well, if they're going to be that persistent, do you really think that will keep them out?" she asked logically.
Bra stared at the door for a moment. She knew good and well that it would only take a minute from both of them pushing against the door before her brother and Goten made it through. She sighed. "It just makes me feel better having a barrier between them and us."
"Ya know," Pan started, " you could just refuse to clean the house and go with whatever he blackmails you with. I mean, would cleaning the entire house really be better than Trunks telling your parents about something you did?"
Bra stared in front of her in silence, thinking about what her friend was saying.
Pan repositioned herself to face Bra more. "And another thing," she continued, "you can't stay locked in your room for three weeks until your parents get home, anyway."
Bra looked down at her. "Ok, I get your point!" She sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am."
"But," Bra continued, "it will depend on what he threatens me with.
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Trunks and Goten sat on the couch, eating pizza, and talking about their plan of getting the girls to clean the house.
Goten spoke around a mouthful of pizza. "C'mon Trunks. There's gotta be something we can think of."
Trunks plopped down a crust of pizza onto his plate. "I -am- thinking. Cleaning the entire house is a big job so I need to think of something she did that would be just as bad or worse if our parents found out about it."
"Mm." Goten replied in thought.
They sat in silence for a moment. Trunks suddenly perked up as a really big grin spread across his face. Hmm. Looks like I'm going to get out of this job one way or another. "Hey Goten. I think I found a way to get the job done and we don't have to think of a way to make the girls do it." He said.
Goten looked up at his friend. "Hm? How? I know you're not going to do it."
"You're right. I'm not." Trunks replied, still staring down at his lap with a big grin remaining on his face.
Goten stared at him in silent confusion for another moment. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Trunks looked up at Goten, chuckling slightly as the happy grin became more of an evil one. "You remember when we went to Namek about a year ago." Trunks started slowly to get Goten's reaction as he realized.
Goten stared at him blankly.
".and the race for the Dragonball." Trunks continued, the cruel amusement clear in his eyes.
Goten's face went pale as his eyes grew wide.
Trunks smirked, looking a lot like his father. ".you still owe me."
Goten was up in a flash and already running for the front door in a panic.
Trunks ran after him and caught him by the back of his shirt, pulling him backwards. He spoke as he dragged him back to the main part of the living room. "Now, now, Goten. You wouldn't leave a friend in need, now would you?" he asked with kawaii eyes. He was so proud of his new plan.
"I'm the one in need, Trunks!" Goten replied, struggling against him.
Trunks swung his arm around from behind him to throw Goten on the couch in front of him. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Goten and got in his face, still smirking.
Goten frowned and stared up at Trunks, leaning back into the couch a little bit. "You can't make me do this."
Trunks stared down at him in amusement. "Oh, I can't, huh? Need I remind you, dear friend, that I'm stronger than you?"
"That's not fair, Trunks!" Goten protested.
"It's never fair, is it, Goten." He said in a mocking tone. "You don't want me to have to use force, now do you?" he asked slowly, cocking an eyebrow slightly.
"Heh, heh, heh." Goten laughed nervously, giving him a weak smile.
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Pan and Bra were moving furniture away from the door. Bra muttered to herself. "Ok, I'm going to go down there and just get it over with."
"Don't worry." Pan said reassuringly. "I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think." Yeah, right.
"I doubt it." Bra said as they left the room.
They walked down the hallway and stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down into the living room.
Trunks was lying across the couch with one hand behind his head and the other hand holding a piece of pizza. He looked at Goten who was standing at the other end of the couch. "You're beautiful, Goten!" he laughed.
Goten stood with his arms at his sides, fists clenched, wearing one of Bulma's white fluffy aprons and rubber gloves. He stared down at Trunks with a furious expression. "This wasn't in the job description, Trunks."
"Hush now." Trunks said with a smile. "You can start on the kitchen." He chuckled. "It's a real mess." He took another bite of his pizza.
Back at the top of the stairs, Pan and Bra, speechless, looked at each other with sweatdrops before falling over anime style.
Written by Mandy and Jennifer
Chapter 7 - Time to Pay Your Debts
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
Trunks waved to the delivery guy. "Thank you!" he called and took the huge stack of pizza boxes to the kitchen table after shutting the front door with his foot, and set them down. "Hey Goten! Pizza's here!"
A flush was heard shortly before Goten ran out of the bathroom and over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. "Great! I'm starving!"
Trunks opened a box of the hot, steamy pizzas. "You just ate practically everything in my refrigerator a half hour ago, ya know."
Goten grinned widely. "That was just a snack to hold me over until the pizzas got here!" he said with a laugh.
Trunks just shook his head and chuckled. "You'll never change, Goten."
"Nope!" he agreed happily while piling several pieces of pizza on a plate.
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Pan and Bra remained in Bra's bedroom. Pan was on the floor, lying down on her stomach with her legs kicking back and forth casually, while Bra was on her bed, propped up against the headboard. Pan looked up from her Teen magazine at the door, which had been barricaded with the remainder of Bra's furniture and locked as well. "Is that really necessary?" she asked.
Bra looked at her in surprise. "Of course it is!"
Pan glanced at her, then back at the door. "Well, if they're going to be that persistent, do you really think that will keep them out?" she asked logically.
Bra stared at the door for a moment. She knew good and well that it would only take a minute from both of them pushing against the door before her brother and Goten made it through. She sighed. "It just makes me feel better having a barrier between them and us."
"Ya know," Pan started, " you could just refuse to clean the house and go with whatever he blackmails you with. I mean, would cleaning the entire house really be better than Trunks telling your parents about something you did?"
Bra stared in front of her in silence, thinking about what her friend was saying.
Pan repositioned herself to face Bra more. "And another thing," she continued, "you can't stay locked in your room for three weeks until your parents get home, anyway."
Bra looked down at her. "Ok, I get your point!" She sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am."
"But," Bra continued, "it will depend on what he threatens me with.
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Trunks and Goten sat on the couch, eating pizza, and talking about their plan of getting the girls to clean the house.
Goten spoke around a mouthful of pizza. "C'mon Trunks. There's gotta be something we can think of."
Trunks plopped down a crust of pizza onto his plate. "I -am- thinking. Cleaning the entire house is a big job so I need to think of something she did that would be just as bad or worse if our parents found out about it."
"Mm." Goten replied in thought.
They sat in silence for a moment. Trunks suddenly perked up as a really big grin spread across his face. Hmm. Looks like I'm going to get out of this job one way or another. "Hey Goten. I think I found a way to get the job done and we don't have to think of a way to make the girls do it." He said.
Goten looked up at his friend. "Hm? How? I know you're not going to do it."
"You're right. I'm not." Trunks replied, still staring down at his lap with a big grin remaining on his face.
Goten stared at him in silent confusion for another moment. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
Trunks looked up at Goten, chuckling slightly as the happy grin became more of an evil one. "You remember when we went to Namek about a year ago." Trunks started slowly to get Goten's reaction as he realized.
Goten stared at him blankly.
".and the race for the Dragonball." Trunks continued, the cruel amusement clear in his eyes.
Goten's face went pale as his eyes grew wide.
Trunks smirked, looking a lot like his father. ".you still owe me."
Goten was up in a flash and already running for the front door in a panic.
Trunks ran after him and caught him by the back of his shirt, pulling him backwards. He spoke as he dragged him back to the main part of the living room. "Now, now, Goten. You wouldn't leave a friend in need, now would you?" he asked with kawaii eyes. He was so proud of his new plan.
"I'm the one in need, Trunks!" Goten replied, struggling against him.
Trunks swung his arm around from behind him to throw Goten on the couch in front of him. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Goten and got in his face, still smirking.
Goten frowned and stared up at Trunks, leaning back into the couch a little bit. "You can't make me do this."
Trunks stared down at him in amusement. "Oh, I can't, huh? Need I remind you, dear friend, that I'm stronger than you?"
"That's not fair, Trunks!" Goten protested.
"It's never fair, is it, Goten." He said in a mocking tone. "You don't want me to have to use force, now do you?" he asked slowly, cocking an eyebrow slightly.
"Heh, heh, heh." Goten laughed nervously, giving him a weak smile.
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Pan and Bra were moving furniture away from the door. Bra muttered to herself. "Ok, I'm going to go down there and just get it over with."
"Don't worry." Pan said reassuringly. "I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think." Yeah, right.
"I doubt it." Bra said as they left the room.
They walked down the hallway and stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down into the living room.
Trunks was lying across the couch with one hand behind his head and the other hand holding a piece of pizza. He looked at Goten who was standing at the other end of the couch. "You're beautiful, Goten!" he laughed.
Goten stood with his arms at his sides, fists clenched, wearing one of Bulma's white fluffy aprons and rubber gloves. He stared down at Trunks with a furious expression. "This wasn't in the job description, Trunks."
"Hush now." Trunks said with a smile. "You can start on the kitchen." He chuckled. "It's a real mess." He took another bite of his pizza.
Back at the top of the stairs, Pan and Bra, speechless, looked at each other with sweatdrops before falling over anime style.