B-5's master computer. Trunks went into another random room and took an
empty computer. He opened an email and typed up a quick note, then sent it
to B-5's master computer.
Smiling, he felt the weight being lifted off his shoulders. Then he gasped as it all came crashing down again.
It was Thursday. They had blown off school since Tuesday. Putting his hands behind his head as he made his way back to his room, he whispered, "I'm so screwed."
*
"Hey, where are you parents, anyway?"
Trunks thought for a sec as he uncrossed his legs on the floor. "I sent my mom a message, and my dad is off training gawd-knows-where."
Goten leaned back in his chair. "I can't believe that my mom hasn't killed me yet for ditching school."
Trunks shrugged. "Maybe," he said skeptically, "She's cutting you some slack."
Goten fake laughed, then put his chin in his hands. "If only.."
After looking at the clock and seeing that it was almost 2:00 pm, Trunks said, "Lets try going tomorrow."
Goten spun around in his chair, reveling at the felling of a calm stomach, appearing oblivious to what Trunks had said.
Click-SWOOSH-CRACK!!!
A crack ran up from where the doorknob had slammed against the wall. Goten immediately stopped spinning and stared flabbergasted at the yet growing crack, while Trunks stared wide-eyed at the person in the doorway. He whispered, "Mom?"
Before either of them could get past their surprise and shock, Bulma ran forward and fell to her knees in front of Trunks, then threw her arms around his neck. Burying her face into her sons shoulder, she started crying. Trunks felt tears coming to his own eyes and he put his arms around his mother.
Neither had to say anything, they both understood.
*
Author's note: TADA! THIS IS THE LAST OF IT! Unless, of course, you'd like an epilog, and then I'll write one. I'll also send the picture to the people who requested it, but apparently, my certain friend hasn't scanned t yet *glares at certain friend* Oh well. Thanks for sticking with me till the end! Hope you liked it! Peace out! -End transmission- (Sorry, I've always wanted to do that. X_x)
Smiling, he felt the weight being lifted off his shoulders. Then he gasped as it all came crashing down again.
It was Thursday. They had blown off school since Tuesday. Putting his hands behind his head as he made his way back to his room, he whispered, "I'm so screwed."
*
"Hey, where are you parents, anyway?"
Trunks thought for a sec as he uncrossed his legs on the floor. "I sent my mom a message, and my dad is off training gawd-knows-where."
Goten leaned back in his chair. "I can't believe that my mom hasn't killed me yet for ditching school."
Trunks shrugged. "Maybe," he said skeptically, "She's cutting you some slack."
Goten fake laughed, then put his chin in his hands. "If only.."
After looking at the clock and seeing that it was almost 2:00 pm, Trunks said, "Lets try going tomorrow."
Goten spun around in his chair, reveling at the felling of a calm stomach, appearing oblivious to what Trunks had said.
Click-SWOOSH-CRACK!!!
A crack ran up from where the doorknob had slammed against the wall. Goten immediately stopped spinning and stared flabbergasted at the yet growing crack, while Trunks stared wide-eyed at the person in the doorway. He whispered, "Mom?"
Before either of them could get past their surprise and shock, Bulma ran forward and fell to her knees in front of Trunks, then threw her arms around his neck. Burying her face into her sons shoulder, she started crying. Trunks felt tears coming to his own eyes and he put his arms around his mother.
Neither had to say anything, they both understood.
*
Author's note: TADA! THIS IS THE LAST OF IT! Unless, of course, you'd like an epilog, and then I'll write one. I'll also send the picture to the people who requested it, but apparently, my certain friend hasn't scanned t yet *glares at certain friend* Oh well. Thanks for sticking with me till the end! Hope you liked it! Peace out! -End transmission- (Sorry, I've always wanted to do that. X_x)