Author's note: I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait before I post my
next thing. But I was so happy, I got more reviews for this chapter than I
did on my one shot story, so I decided to make one as fast as I could. I
hope you like this next chapter. Lately I've been reading TERRY PRATCHETT
and he has the most unique writing style ever. He's amazing, he's funny and
coherent and I recommend every single one of you who reads this to read
TERRY PRATCHETT. The point of that statement was to say that I am trying to
duplicate his writing technique, yet also mixed with my own so I think it's
kind of unique and interesting. At any rate, enjoy! And review! P.S, I
don't know if "hell" is a swearword. But if you consider it a swearword,
it's not, hell is a place, so it's almost like saying "Toronto no!". Yeah,
just wanted to mention that, because ill be using that word a lot, I think...
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I don't own anything.
Chapter Two
20 minutes later, they arrived at the Son household. They arrived so late because cute little princess Bra couldn't fly and didn't want Trunks to carry her. Do you know WHO she wanted to carry her? Yup, that's right, she wanted her hero and idol Goten to carry her. This proposal was answered by a distinct, "Hell no!" from the proposed carrier. This in turn was followed by Bra crying and the question "and why the hell not?!" from Trunks. This in turn was followed by a brief explanation from Goten, "because if I do carry her, and she gets hurt, then I'll get the biggest butt kicking from your father. It's either me or you pal." Even Bra stopped crying at this statement. They bowed their heads and were thankful that none of them did anything that warranted unwanted attention from the All- Mighty Prince of Saiyins. (Although Bra didn't really have to worry about it. If she did anything wrong, all she had to do was point a chubby little finger in Trunks' direction, and it would all sort itself out.[Usually by Trunks getting the butt kicking]). So they decided to walk and be safe.
So now, they have finally arrived at the Son house. Videl was at the door waiting for them; when she spotted them. She waved her arm and yelled,
"Hello Trunks! Thanks for coming! Oh, I see you brought Bra and Goten along with you. The more the merrier I suppose. You are all welcome just try not to destroy the house," under her breath she added 'again'. However it appears she forgot about acute Saiyin hearing as Trunks and Goten shamefacedly hung their heads. She continued on,
"Gohan is inside reciting proper hostess manners to Pan. Good luck, I guess we will be going now." Gohan stepped out of the house, furtively looked around and apologetically looked at Trunks and Goten. Both he and his wife briskly walked towards the car and started it up.
He wasn't sure, but Trunks could have sworn that he heard Gohan shout to his wife, "GO!GO!GO!" He acted as though a time-bomb was ticking, just waiting to explode...odd...
Trunks shrugged and stepped inside the house, big mistake. Pan saw him and immediately bolted in his general direction, in her haste, however, she tripped over a toy (yes it's Cuddles. If you don't know what I'm talking about, read Babysitting) and was launched head-first into Trunks' abdomen. Well the usual happened; limbs went flying and two demi-saiyins ended up on the floor. Pan wound up on top of Trunks, sitting on his stomach and feet stretched out, almost reaching his face. Trunks was praying silently to Shenlon and if you listened closely enough you could hear him say,
"Not the hair, please not the hair, anything but the hair."
Pan stared at him for a second, laughed than gave him the biggest, not to mention tightest hug ever. It was then that she looked up and saw her other guests staring bemusedly at them. Technically speaking, Bra was looking bemusedly at Goten and Goten was just looking bemused. Pan squealed, ran up to Bra and gently hugged her. They whispered in hushed little girl tones. You know those tones that happen when cute little girls plot to take off there skins and reveal there true selves. Some might say that their true selves are just manifestations of there inner demons, and who knows they're probably right.
However, in this case, they were wrong. All these little crazy kids wanted to do was tackle Goten. I mean, that's not an unreasonable wish is it? Well, it may be, but not to them it's not. And that's just what they did. They didn't do it calmly and stealthily. Try to envision a 2 person stampede, smaller yet just as effective. By the time they were through with him, he was on the same position on the floor as Trunks. Except both Pan and Bra were sitting on him. Pan quickly spied the unfairness of it all and hopped non-too-lightly onto Trunks, issuing a slight 'humph' from the prisoner. Both girls started giggling while Trunks and Goten tried to shove them off. They finally gave up and withdrew something from their pockets. CHOCOLATE
Quickly, this way and that, they waved the chocolate mesmerizing the two unsuspecting victims of sweet-tooth. Finally, in the peak of their trance the guys chucked the chocolate away from them. Their plan was rewarded by air returning to their lungs. They stood up and decided that there was a way that they could survive the night.
Trunks slowly slid next to his friend, trying not to make any sudden movements that might attract the subdued children. He whispered,
"How much chocolate do you have left?" Goten looked back at him, fear and shame dawning his once so childish features.
"I....oh Trunks....I ate them all!!!" Goten buried his head into his hands and wept. Wept for the end of his days, wept for the end of his sanity and most of all wept for the end of his beautiful, priceless, lifesaving chocolate.
The sounds of wailing permeated the half dazedness that stole upon the chocolate devouring youngsters. Once snapped out of their reverie they turned on their babysitters with such ferocious force that it surprised even them. Trunks, quick on his feet threw a few more chocolates their way and was once again rewarded with air filling his lungs. Apparently he let go of the breath he didn't know he held. He turned back to Goten.
"What do you mean you ate them all? We needed those? What are we going to do now?"
"I don't know, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." Goten was about to continue bawling but Trunks smartly covered his mouth with his hand.
"Listen, I just gave away most of the chocolate I had, the rest will not last too long." At this Goten stopped crying and said,
"I don't really see why your worried about them, I mean they seem pretty tame." Of course, our dear Goten didn't see the rampaging ravenous wolves because his head was busy resting in his hands. He continued on, "But if you're that worried why don't we play a game?" Trunks thought about it and asked, "What game?" Goten turned towards the girls, "What game do YOU two want to play?"
Pan and Bra simultaneously turned their heads towards their older "friends". They wanted to know what game to play? Well they are going to find out what kind of game these little tykes like to play. Oh yes, this game is something they will never forget.
Authors note: Yes hope you liked it so far. If you have any ideas on what game they should actually play, don't hesitate to tell me, or if you found out about or made up a new game go ahead and tell and I'll try to incorporate it into the story. Any comment are greatly appreciated and yeah! See you soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I don't own anything.
Chapter Two
20 minutes later, they arrived at the Son household. They arrived so late because cute little princess Bra couldn't fly and didn't want Trunks to carry her. Do you know WHO she wanted to carry her? Yup, that's right, she wanted her hero and idol Goten to carry her. This proposal was answered by a distinct, "Hell no!" from the proposed carrier. This in turn was followed by Bra crying and the question "and why the hell not?!" from Trunks. This in turn was followed by a brief explanation from Goten, "because if I do carry her, and she gets hurt, then I'll get the biggest butt kicking from your father. It's either me or you pal." Even Bra stopped crying at this statement. They bowed their heads and were thankful that none of them did anything that warranted unwanted attention from the All- Mighty Prince of Saiyins. (Although Bra didn't really have to worry about it. If she did anything wrong, all she had to do was point a chubby little finger in Trunks' direction, and it would all sort itself out.[Usually by Trunks getting the butt kicking]). So they decided to walk and be safe.
So now, they have finally arrived at the Son house. Videl was at the door waiting for them; when she spotted them. She waved her arm and yelled,
"Hello Trunks! Thanks for coming! Oh, I see you brought Bra and Goten along with you. The more the merrier I suppose. You are all welcome just try not to destroy the house," under her breath she added 'again'. However it appears she forgot about acute Saiyin hearing as Trunks and Goten shamefacedly hung their heads. She continued on,
"Gohan is inside reciting proper hostess manners to Pan. Good luck, I guess we will be going now." Gohan stepped out of the house, furtively looked around and apologetically looked at Trunks and Goten. Both he and his wife briskly walked towards the car and started it up.
He wasn't sure, but Trunks could have sworn that he heard Gohan shout to his wife, "GO!GO!GO!" He acted as though a time-bomb was ticking, just waiting to explode...odd...
Trunks shrugged and stepped inside the house, big mistake. Pan saw him and immediately bolted in his general direction, in her haste, however, she tripped over a toy (yes it's Cuddles. If you don't know what I'm talking about, read Babysitting) and was launched head-first into Trunks' abdomen. Well the usual happened; limbs went flying and two demi-saiyins ended up on the floor. Pan wound up on top of Trunks, sitting on his stomach and feet stretched out, almost reaching his face. Trunks was praying silently to Shenlon and if you listened closely enough you could hear him say,
"Not the hair, please not the hair, anything but the hair."
Pan stared at him for a second, laughed than gave him the biggest, not to mention tightest hug ever. It was then that she looked up and saw her other guests staring bemusedly at them. Technically speaking, Bra was looking bemusedly at Goten and Goten was just looking bemused. Pan squealed, ran up to Bra and gently hugged her. They whispered in hushed little girl tones. You know those tones that happen when cute little girls plot to take off there skins and reveal there true selves. Some might say that their true selves are just manifestations of there inner demons, and who knows they're probably right.
However, in this case, they were wrong. All these little crazy kids wanted to do was tackle Goten. I mean, that's not an unreasonable wish is it? Well, it may be, but not to them it's not. And that's just what they did. They didn't do it calmly and stealthily. Try to envision a 2 person stampede, smaller yet just as effective. By the time they were through with him, he was on the same position on the floor as Trunks. Except both Pan and Bra were sitting on him. Pan quickly spied the unfairness of it all and hopped non-too-lightly onto Trunks, issuing a slight 'humph' from the prisoner. Both girls started giggling while Trunks and Goten tried to shove them off. They finally gave up and withdrew something from their pockets. CHOCOLATE
Quickly, this way and that, they waved the chocolate mesmerizing the two unsuspecting victims of sweet-tooth. Finally, in the peak of their trance the guys chucked the chocolate away from them. Their plan was rewarded by air returning to their lungs. They stood up and decided that there was a way that they could survive the night.
Trunks slowly slid next to his friend, trying not to make any sudden movements that might attract the subdued children. He whispered,
"How much chocolate do you have left?" Goten looked back at him, fear and shame dawning his once so childish features.
"I....oh Trunks....I ate them all!!!" Goten buried his head into his hands and wept. Wept for the end of his days, wept for the end of his sanity and most of all wept for the end of his beautiful, priceless, lifesaving chocolate.
The sounds of wailing permeated the half dazedness that stole upon the chocolate devouring youngsters. Once snapped out of their reverie they turned on their babysitters with such ferocious force that it surprised even them. Trunks, quick on his feet threw a few more chocolates their way and was once again rewarded with air filling his lungs. Apparently he let go of the breath he didn't know he held. He turned back to Goten.
"What do you mean you ate them all? We needed those? What are we going to do now?"
"I don't know, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." Goten was about to continue bawling but Trunks smartly covered his mouth with his hand.
"Listen, I just gave away most of the chocolate I had, the rest will not last too long." At this Goten stopped crying and said,
"I don't really see why your worried about them, I mean they seem pretty tame." Of course, our dear Goten didn't see the rampaging ravenous wolves because his head was busy resting in his hands. He continued on, "But if you're that worried why don't we play a game?" Trunks thought about it and asked, "What game?" Goten turned towards the girls, "What game do YOU two want to play?"
Pan and Bra simultaneously turned their heads towards their older "friends". They wanted to know what game to play? Well they are going to find out what kind of game these little tykes like to play. Oh yes, this game is something they will never forget.
Authors note: Yes hope you liked it so far. If you have any ideas on what game they should actually play, don't hesitate to tell me, or if you found out about or made up a new game go ahead and tell and I'll try to incorporate it into the story. Any comment are greatly appreciated and yeah! See you soon!