*Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not DBZ, not Trunks, not Pan, not
anything. There, are you all happy now? I admitted it to the world. I don't
own a million dollar show. Hurray for me.
Ages, Bra and Pan=7 Trunks and Goten=17
*Note: This is only the second fic I wrote and I'm sort of spamming the same idea of off my first one, so don't be mad. I hope it's as good as the other one, ( I only got 5 reviews, *ahem*) so enjoy. Right one more thing, I should really do my homework right now, but nah, psh, writing more fun. (as you can tell, I need to do my English homework) You know what else, I don't really know my tenses, or my persons (i.e first, second, third) so my story might really not make any sense whatsoever. Sorry about that, I'm quite cynical at times too.
Double the Trouble, Double the Fun Part 1
Bang.
You know the feeling one gets when there whole life is put on hold? Bang.
That feeling that everything that has gone wrong in your life is all pinpointed at this particular point? Bang.
Well, you probably haven't experienced this feeling, or maybe you have, not that it really matters. What really matters, however, is that 17 year-old Trunks Vegeta Briefs, is experiencing this teensy, weensy, tiny little problem, right now.
Bang, bang, bang.
"Why? Why? Why?"
Bang, bang, bang.
Purple hair could be seen flying backwards and forwards, as a very finely sculptured face beat itself upon the wall.
So many bangs, so little time. Apparently, I'm not the only one who thinks so, observe.
"Boy! Shut the hell up! Some people are busy up here! What the hell has got you so worked up anyway?!" Vegeta, of course not really caring, just stayed upstairs in his room. Odd, isn't it? Doesn't he usually train in the morning.....and during the afternoon.....and during the evening.....and during the night....OK. Scratch that. Doesn't he train 24/7? I wonder might be keeping him from such a rigorous habit?
Bang, bang, bang.
"I said shut up!" At this, a distinctly feminine voice called out, "Veggie, honey, come back to bed." Well, well, well. So we have found out why Veggie isn't out training and working out his sore muscles. Well, I suppose that he's actually working out his sore muscles but in a slightly different way. I'll let you wonderful reader's use your imagination.
Anyway, back to the task at hand. Bang, bang, bang. "HI Trunks!" Is there nothing sweeter than the sweet face a little cherub smiling up at you? Apparently there is when this particular cherub just so happens to be best friends with the devil.
Trunks practically roared at his little sister. "What do you want?! Why can't you and your kind just leave me alone?!" Bra, looked up at him with beautiful and adoring eyes. "HI Trunks!" The dutiful brother, dutifully groaned. It was going to be one of those days. The days when no matter what you do, there will be a little leech attached to you, or specifically your leg. "What do you want?" Bra looked up at him innocently enough. It's the innocent ones that get you. Trunks softened just a bit. "Momma and Poppa said I should go with you to Pan's house while they have their anniversary party." Trunks slowly looked at her, then slowly turned around, then slowly proceeded to shift his head back, however not as slowly as would be believed, he banged his head against the wall. BANG Just then, Goten walked/flew through the door, "Hey Trunks, hi squirt. What's wrong?" Bra leapt up before Trunks could even turn around. "Trunks is going baby sit me and Pan tonight!!! Can you come too?! Please!" Goten smiled, "Sure, I've got nothing else better to do anyway." Goten then picked up Bra and gave her a piggy back all the way to the Son house. Behind, all alone Trunks smiled. Not a smile full of laughter and joy, but a sick, sadistic smile. If he had to suffer through the night with his little sister and Pan, he's rather not do it alone.
Authors note: I am so sorry. This is not my usual writing style...at least I think not...This is just a short little sneak peak at what may come if people like this type of writing. If not, I'll write normally and keep going with this idea. For those of you who cant follow my crazy chain of thought, I wanna say, this is actually about Trunks and Pan and Goten and Bra. Sooner or later I'll make it all come together. Please review. I just wanted to try out some new writing style types. Thanks.
Ages, Bra and Pan=7 Trunks and Goten=17
*Note: This is only the second fic I wrote and I'm sort of spamming the same idea of off my first one, so don't be mad. I hope it's as good as the other one, ( I only got 5 reviews, *ahem*) so enjoy. Right one more thing, I should really do my homework right now, but nah, psh, writing more fun. (as you can tell, I need to do my English homework) You know what else, I don't really know my tenses, or my persons (i.e first, second, third) so my story might really not make any sense whatsoever. Sorry about that, I'm quite cynical at times too.
Double the Trouble, Double the Fun Part 1
Bang.
You know the feeling one gets when there whole life is put on hold? Bang.
That feeling that everything that has gone wrong in your life is all pinpointed at this particular point? Bang.
Well, you probably haven't experienced this feeling, or maybe you have, not that it really matters. What really matters, however, is that 17 year-old Trunks Vegeta Briefs, is experiencing this teensy, weensy, tiny little problem, right now.
Bang, bang, bang.
"Why? Why? Why?"
Bang, bang, bang.
Purple hair could be seen flying backwards and forwards, as a very finely sculptured face beat itself upon the wall.
So many bangs, so little time. Apparently, I'm not the only one who thinks so, observe.
"Boy! Shut the hell up! Some people are busy up here! What the hell has got you so worked up anyway?!" Vegeta, of course not really caring, just stayed upstairs in his room. Odd, isn't it? Doesn't he usually train in the morning.....and during the afternoon.....and during the evening.....and during the night....OK. Scratch that. Doesn't he train 24/7? I wonder might be keeping him from such a rigorous habit?
Bang, bang, bang.
"I said shut up!" At this, a distinctly feminine voice called out, "Veggie, honey, come back to bed." Well, well, well. So we have found out why Veggie isn't out training and working out his sore muscles. Well, I suppose that he's actually working out his sore muscles but in a slightly different way. I'll let you wonderful reader's use your imagination.
Anyway, back to the task at hand. Bang, bang, bang. "HI Trunks!" Is there nothing sweeter than the sweet face a little cherub smiling up at you? Apparently there is when this particular cherub just so happens to be best friends with the devil.
Trunks practically roared at his little sister. "What do you want?! Why can't you and your kind just leave me alone?!" Bra, looked up at him with beautiful and adoring eyes. "HI Trunks!" The dutiful brother, dutifully groaned. It was going to be one of those days. The days when no matter what you do, there will be a little leech attached to you, or specifically your leg. "What do you want?" Bra looked up at him innocently enough. It's the innocent ones that get you. Trunks softened just a bit. "Momma and Poppa said I should go with you to Pan's house while they have their anniversary party." Trunks slowly looked at her, then slowly turned around, then slowly proceeded to shift his head back, however not as slowly as would be believed, he banged his head against the wall. BANG Just then, Goten walked/flew through the door, "Hey Trunks, hi squirt. What's wrong?" Bra leapt up before Trunks could even turn around. "Trunks is going baby sit me and Pan tonight!!! Can you come too?! Please!" Goten smiled, "Sure, I've got nothing else better to do anyway." Goten then picked up Bra and gave her a piggy back all the way to the Son house. Behind, all alone Trunks smiled. Not a smile full of laughter and joy, but a sick, sadistic smile. If he had to suffer through the night with his little sister and Pan, he's rather not do it alone.
Authors note: I am so sorry. This is not my usual writing style...at least I think not...This is just a short little sneak peak at what may come if people like this type of writing. If not, I'll write normally and keep going with this idea. For those of you who cant follow my crazy chain of thought, I wanna say, this is actually about Trunks and Pan and Goten and Bra. Sooner or later I'll make it all come together. Please review. I just wanted to try out some new writing style types. Thanks.