Be Silent
Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine, but Nanaki is.
Author's Note: I love this chapter. *Evil demented grin* You'll see why.
Chapter 10: Trunks gets what he deserves
"What do you mean I have to go shopping?! Mom, I hate shopping!" Aki's shouts could be heard throughout most of Capsule Corp.
"Nanaki, honey, you have to go shopping if you want a nice dress for the dance!" Bulma said, trying to soothe the enraged girl.
"Dress?! DANCE?! What the hell do you mean?! I am not going to any damn dance and I am most certainly not wearing a DRESS!"
"Watch your mouth young lady! I have already arranged for Goten to take you to the dance this weekend, don't you want to look nice?"
"GOTEN?! Spawn of that idiot Goku?! Mom, you are unbelievable! He's so STUPID!"
"Nanaki Briefs, calm DOWN!" Bulma shouted. "If you don't stop this you're going to tear up your whole bedroom! Now stop and LISTEN TO ME!" Bulma's voice somehow managed to carry even further than her daughter's. When Aki had calmed her rage, the bits and pieces of things she had sent flying around her room with her immense power surge fell to the floor. She flopped down on the bed to listen sulkily.
"Now, Aki dear," Bulma began, "Chichi and I have arranged for Goten to escort you to the dance. You need to get out more anyway. We're going to go buy you a nice dress, and you're going to go have fun. And," she fixed Nanaki with a stern look to ward off the oncoming protest, "if you don't, you'll be grounded from the Gravity Room for a month."
"Yes, Mom," Aki reluctantly agreed. When Bulma left, Nanaki threw a pillow at the door as it closed. "Damn this, why did she..." Suddenly she remembered. The day before, her mother had been listening in while Trunks was talking about the dance!
"That BASTARD!" she screamed, running to his room and flinging open the door. "TRUNKS!"
He jumped up from his chair, bumping his knee on his desk. "Ouch! Damnit, Aki, what in hell do you want?"
"Gravity Room. Now," she growled. "You are SO going to pay."
"For what?"
"It is all your fault that I have to go to the dance with that idiot Goten. So you are going to pay here and now," Nanaki said, eyes narrow in anger.
"I don't have time to put up with you, shorty," Trunks said dismissively.
"You have two choices," Aki said sweetly. "Either you can come to the Gravity Room with me, or I can go tell Dad that it's your fault I have to go on a date with one of Goku's sons. He won't be able to change Mom's mind, but if he finds out that it's your fault he sure as hell won't be happy."
Trunks paled slightly at the thought. He would much rather take his punishment from Aki than his father. And the Saiya-jin Prince certainly wouldn't be happy with his son's involvement in the situation. "Coming," he muttered, heading in the direction of the Gravity Room. Nanaki followed behind with a very smug look on her face.
Once inside, Aki turned the controls to 100 times Earth's natural gravity. "I've been needing a workout anyway," she said with a smirk. "Now prepare to take your punishment."
About half an hour later the pair emerged. Trunks staggered out first, holding his battered head with one hand. He had cuts and bruises all over, and both eyes were rapidly darkening. Aki walked behind, the obvious victor in the battle. She had suffered a few bruises and a busted lip, but otherwise she had gone unscathed.
Vegeta had been standing outside for some time, waiting for them to finish. Attempts to stop them by calling over the intercom had been unsuccessful. He surveyed Trunks' injuries with a scrutinizing eye. He looked questioningly at Nanaki. "He deserved it," was all she said. But the Saiya- jin Prince didn't bother asking any questions. It was time for him to train.
Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine, but Nanaki is.
Author's Note: I love this chapter. *Evil demented grin* You'll see why.
Chapter 10: Trunks gets what he deserves
"What do you mean I have to go shopping?! Mom, I hate shopping!" Aki's shouts could be heard throughout most of Capsule Corp.
"Nanaki, honey, you have to go shopping if you want a nice dress for the dance!" Bulma said, trying to soothe the enraged girl.
"Dress?! DANCE?! What the hell do you mean?! I am not going to any damn dance and I am most certainly not wearing a DRESS!"
"Watch your mouth young lady! I have already arranged for Goten to take you to the dance this weekend, don't you want to look nice?"
"GOTEN?! Spawn of that idiot Goku?! Mom, you are unbelievable! He's so STUPID!"
"Nanaki Briefs, calm DOWN!" Bulma shouted. "If you don't stop this you're going to tear up your whole bedroom! Now stop and LISTEN TO ME!" Bulma's voice somehow managed to carry even further than her daughter's. When Aki had calmed her rage, the bits and pieces of things she had sent flying around her room with her immense power surge fell to the floor. She flopped down on the bed to listen sulkily.
"Now, Aki dear," Bulma began, "Chichi and I have arranged for Goten to escort you to the dance. You need to get out more anyway. We're going to go buy you a nice dress, and you're going to go have fun. And," she fixed Nanaki with a stern look to ward off the oncoming protest, "if you don't, you'll be grounded from the Gravity Room for a month."
"Yes, Mom," Aki reluctantly agreed. When Bulma left, Nanaki threw a pillow at the door as it closed. "Damn this, why did she..." Suddenly she remembered. The day before, her mother had been listening in while Trunks was talking about the dance!
"That BASTARD!" she screamed, running to his room and flinging open the door. "TRUNKS!"
He jumped up from his chair, bumping his knee on his desk. "Ouch! Damnit, Aki, what in hell do you want?"
"Gravity Room. Now," she growled. "You are SO going to pay."
"For what?"
"It is all your fault that I have to go to the dance with that idiot Goten. So you are going to pay here and now," Nanaki said, eyes narrow in anger.
"I don't have time to put up with you, shorty," Trunks said dismissively.
"You have two choices," Aki said sweetly. "Either you can come to the Gravity Room with me, or I can go tell Dad that it's your fault I have to go on a date with one of Goku's sons. He won't be able to change Mom's mind, but if he finds out that it's your fault he sure as hell won't be happy."
Trunks paled slightly at the thought. He would much rather take his punishment from Aki than his father. And the Saiya-jin Prince certainly wouldn't be happy with his son's involvement in the situation. "Coming," he muttered, heading in the direction of the Gravity Room. Nanaki followed behind with a very smug look on her face.
Once inside, Aki turned the controls to 100 times Earth's natural gravity. "I've been needing a workout anyway," she said with a smirk. "Now prepare to take your punishment."
About half an hour later the pair emerged. Trunks staggered out first, holding his battered head with one hand. He had cuts and bruises all over, and both eyes were rapidly darkening. Aki walked behind, the obvious victor in the battle. She had suffered a few bruises and a busted lip, but otherwise she had gone unscathed.
Vegeta had been standing outside for some time, waiting for them to finish. Attempts to stop them by calling over the intercom had been unsuccessful. He surveyed Trunks' injuries with a scrutinizing eye. He looked questioningly at Nanaki. "He deserved it," was all she said. But the Saiya- jin Prince didn't bother asking any questions. It was time for him to train.