Authors note: I really like writing, I find it a lot of fun. The problem is
my attention span. It simply does not exist. I know I don't write long
chapters. It's purposeful. It's not my fault. If I ever started writing
long chapters, the story would become crappier than it already it. I don't
mean for it to be like that, but it happens. Attention span of a fish. I
like fish. They are pretty, and shiny and are underwater a lot. Sorry,
enjoy, I'll try to make it a bit longer. And one more thing, these are
little kids and teenagers. There is not going to be any horny teens making
out with little 7 year olds. Those are called pedophiles. This is merely a
story that is meant to describe how the kids adored their elders. Yeah
right, adored, who are we kidding here? The little innocent children are
here purely for the reason of torturing poor Trunks and Goten.
Hehe, I just watched the second episode of DBZ where Trunks appears. He's
so cute when he blushes. I never noticed that there were so many
insinuations in the show before. ONE MORE THING! READ THIS OR THE STORY
WILL NOT MAKE SENSE. TRUNKS HAS HAIR LIKE MIRAI TRUNKS AFTER THE HYPERBOLIC
TIME CHAMBER. THE LONG HAIR.
Diclaimer: I do not own DBZ or am I affiliated with it in any way shape or form. Someone told me that you have to write if your characters are OOC if that's the way you write them or make them turn out that way. The thing is, I have only seen 4 complete episodes of DBGT and don't really know what their characters are really like. I'm only writing of the basis of other fanfics that I have read. So please don't sue because I didn't write if they were OOC or not. Thanks.
Chapter 3
Pan and Bra. Names can tell a lot about people.
Pan and Bra. What would you think these names would mean to you? To some people, I suppose, they give you the impression of the saying, "short and sweet". Now let's pretend that for a minute, just for a minute, that this was true, that Pan and Bra were nothing but cute little imps that ran around through fields collecting flowers for their loved ones. What kind of world would we all live in then? A beautiful world perhaps, or a world filled with the musical tinkering laughter of a family gaily throwing their young children in the air and catching them before they fall. Doesn't this world sound so wonderful, so pure, so incredibly...dull?
I completely agree. What kind of a world do we live in when little children rest easy at night, not coming up with plans that will drive their babysitters crazy? Have we all gone mad? Of course not, it's the children who have no imagination.
Thankfully, we don't live in this kind of crazy, unrealistic universe. We live in a place called reality. So naturally, they have a plan.
Pan and Bra.
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.
They smirked, so they wanted to play a game did they? Ok, let's play a game. Pan winked at Bra. Bra winked at Pan. Goten looked on confused. Trunks groaned and sealed his doom.
Pan stepped toward the boys.
"Let's play hide and seek." Trunks opened his eyes and started to back away.
"No, dear god no! You cant be serious! You'll kill us all!...Wait a minute...did you just say 'hide and seek'?
"Yup! Let's play! Me and Bra will go first! (remember: 7 year-olds, don't know the meaning of the word grammar). Bra will explain the rules." Bra stepped forward and began speaking. Unlike Pan's child-like voice, she had a musical voice that can enamor anyone. Maybe that's why she has Vegeta wrapped around her little finger.
"Ok. These are the rules. We hide. You seek." Trunks butted in.
"Well, obviously. Maybe that's why the game is called hide and seek." Bra seethed in his direction.
"I wasn't done explaining the rules yet, numbskull!" She was about to cry. Trunks was always so mean to her, but once she started the water works, no one could resist her womanly wiles. However Pan was too impatient. Crying and sympathy took to long, she briskly walked up to Trunks, kicked him in the shins and sat on his face while he was down on the ground in pain. Bra smiled and continued, "Me and Pan will hide, if you see us, then you have to catch before you actually win. So if you see us we can run away and still be in. Ok? Good. Now you boys have to turn around and count to 30." Goten shrugged and turned around. Pan got up off of her victim's face and let him get up. He didn't know what to say, they were up to something, he knew it. Pan's treatment of him wasn't too surprising but there had to be something else. Those two were always up to something 'else'. There is never such a thing as just Hide and Seek, when it comes to THEM. But hey, if you can't beat'em, join'em. Trunks slowly turned around and faced the wall like Goten. He heard Pan and his sister scurry off into the darkest recesses of the house. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14...15...16...17...18...19...20...21...22...23...24...25...26...27...28 ...29...30. Approximately 30 seconds later, Goten and Trunks turned around. They were alone. The kids disappeared. Goten looked around and began to "seek" the "hidden". Trunks sighed and said,
"Goten, let me ask you something. Have you ever baby-sat Pan before?" Goten scratched his head and thought really hard about it.
"Nope. I offered once to take care of her for a few hours and then something really weird happened."
"Really? What happened?"
"Gohan attacked me and he explicitly said, 'If you ever come near Pan without mine or anyone else's supervision, I will personally make sure you will never stand up ever again.' I think he thought that it would take up to much of my time. I mean, taking care of Pan is a cinch, I'm sure he didn't want me to waste my time." Trunks fell down, right onto his face.
"Don't you think that it might be because..." Trunks couldn't continue. How could he break the beautiful dream Goten built-up for himself? How could he possibly tell him friend that Gohan didn't want him anywhere near his daughter because it would probably cause the next apocalypse? No he couldn't do it. He couldn't crush his friend's beautiful dreams. "because...Gohan knew I needed the money for babysitting and didn't want you to have it all." Trunks prayed that Goten wouldn't remember the fact that he was the heir to the Capsule Corp. Industries and didn't really need some crappy baby-sitting money. Before the slow-thinking saiyan could think that statement through, Trunks quickly decided to start looking for the girls. Unfortunately, Goten was quick on the uptake.
"Why did you ask that?" Fortunately for Trunks, he was quick on a different uptake.
"Well, when Pan and Bra are entertained, it's better to keep it that way. The moment we find them, they might come up with something worse, even worse than anything you can think of."
"I still don't see what's so bad about them. They're so cute. But if you're that worried, we'll take it slow." Poor, naïve Goten. Doesn't know what fate has in store for him, on this dreadful day.
In the other room, Pan and Bra were coming up with their plan. So far, they acme up with this: Bra realized that Goten was really into this game so they would use his excitement against him. Before they ran into the room, Pan grabbed a few necessities, which included a bucket and some spaghetti sauce. They quickly poured the spaghetti into the bucket and placed the bucket above the door. As soon as anyone moved the door, the bucket would fall down and pour spaghetti all over the offending disturber of the door. They decided that this would be Bra's territory and could do what she wanted with Goten, as long as he didn't catch her. Pan slipped out through the crack in the door and ran upstairs. Did I mention that as she ran upstairs, she grabbed a pair of scissors? Well, she did.
Slowly but surely Goten was creeping closer and closer to the smell of spaghetti emanating from the Son family dining room. A thought of a trap never even entered his mind as he slowly cracked the door open.
Trunks heard the crack and new something was up. He turned around and saw Goten looking up in a delightful horror as a red bucket came crashing down on his head. Trunks powered up a bit and knocked Goten down right before the bucket hit. This left Trunks with some spaghetti in his hair. Sound familiar? I thought it might.
So this is the position we are left it in right now. Bra is squealing delightedly as she floats over the fallen men. She runs into the kitchen grabbing some more food. She would need reinforcements if she would keep Goten distracted. Goten is on the floor, spotless, no spaghetti on him at all. Trunks is lying on top of Goten and has taken the brunt of the attack of the spaghetti. Pan is watching from the stairs and is laughing hysterically.
Goten angrily pushed Trunks off of him.
"What do you think your doing? That spaghetti was rightfully mine! I smelt it first!"
"Goten, would you rather be dry and not looking like dinner or would you rather have spaghetti sauce all over you because that could be arranged." At this Trunks got up and threw whatever was left of the spaghetti from the bucket right onto Goten. Oblivious to the fact that he was making a complete fool of himself, Goten started eating the spaghetti.
"Thanks a lot! I was hungry"
"EW dude, that nasty. Let's just catch the two troublemakers and make them go to bed or something. You take your niece and I'll take my sister. Wait....on second thought, I'll catch Pan and you catch Bra. Ok? Good." So off they went in search of their quarry. Trunks, careful and diligent. Goten, skipping merrily along.
Both girls were laughing hysterically. They barely even did anything and those two were already providing hours upon hours of entertainment. Pan wanted the actual game to start already so she called out,
"Trunks! I'm up here! Come and get me!" Trunks heard the challenge and started to climb the stairs. Goten on the other hand, being a little smarter than you would think, managed to come to the logical conclusion that if Pan was upstairs, Bra would almost certainly have to be downstairs. He watched as Trunks disappeared to the upper level and when he was sure that he was gone, Goten reached into his pocket and took out a small piece of candy. He started talking into thin air, baiting the predator out into the open.
"It's a good thing, I told Trunks that I finished all those chocolates. If I hadn't then there wouldn't be any left for us. Would there Bra?" He knew that if he held up the chocolate just right, and used his voice in the way that attracted most females, he was sure to come up with results.
Amazingly, he was right. Little seven-year old Bra was slowly walking towards him with big eyes and an impish grin. She held out her hand and silently beseeched him to give over the chocolate. Goten smiled, his easy going smile and held out the little piece of candy. His plan was that when she reached over to grab it, he would grab her and end the game once and for all. Unfortunately for him, he was a little to slow on the uptake. The candy was already gone and so was his prey. He started running after her knowing that if he waited longer than he already has, he would lose sight of her and that would lower his chances of finding her.
Bra smiled. She turned a corner and sat behind a couch. For the moment, she was safe. By the look on Goten's face when she took her prize...he would be pondering for a long time to come. Surprisingly enough, she heard his footsteps coming from the other room. He was running straight for her. She was surprised to say the least, but she was sure he wouldn't find her yet, so she resumed eating.
The floor was slippery. Goten was running. There was a couch in front of him. Fate is funny in it's own little way.
Goten was running when he heard that little sucking noise that gave away Bra's little hiding spot. However, it was too late for him to stop. He went skidding right into the couch. He flipped over it. The couch flipped over Bra. Bra flipped right onto Goten's chest. She wasn't in the tiniest way disturbed. All she did was sigh and continue eating her candy. Goten was a little surprised though. To think that all he did was fall over a couch and he won the game.
"Hehe, so...Bra...how's life?" Bra looked at him and said,
"Can't talk...eating." That was the moment that Goten's stomach erupted.
"Good point. Let's go to the fridge and see what big brother has to spare." And off they went. Goten carried her on his shoulder's and they went to the kitchen in perfect harmony.
Unfortunately, Trunks didn't have it so easy. Pan was a trickster. She sure was. It was hard to get anywhere near her. Every time Trunks got close he would get hit in the head with something. Either a stuffed animal, a piece of cutlery or some more food, it didn't matter, he would get hit. Once, he actually smartened up and knew he would get hit so he quickly dodged it and turned around only to trip over something else. Today was just not his day.
"Come on Pan. Come out and we'll cook. You like cooking, I don't like getting pummeled. It all works out in the end. Come on!" Aha! He heard it, a little muffled snicker coming from behind the door. He opened the door and Pan shot through in between his legs. He ran after her yelling.
"Pan, get back here! I found you!" Pan in turn would yell,
"But you have to catch me to win!" All of a sudden, she skidded to a halt. Trunks wasn't that fast and bumped into her. Since she was less than half his height, his knees buckled and he flew right over her. Right over her and down the stairs. Trunks lay there for a moment and closed his eyes. *How easy it would be to sleep.*
This was her chance. Pan slowly climbed downstairs after the fallen warrior. In her grubby little paws she held a pair of scissors.
*Snip, snip, snip*
Goten and Bra were in the kitchen. Goten was making sandwiches for the both of them when they heard the bloodcurdling scream.
"PAN! NO! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! MY HAIR! ME BEAUTIFUL HAIR! YOU CUT IT!" Trunks was weeping. He was holding a lock of his "beautiful" lavender hair. Pan was completely unfazed.
"Don't worry Trunks, you look much better with short hair." This was the last straw. She has done many things to him. (all of which included, spaghetti in his hair, pancake mix in his hair, a few broken bones, some major house repairs and many other things.) But cutting his hair was the last straw.
"GET BACK HERE PAN! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"Uh oh." Pan started running a fast as she possibly could. She had to outrun a locomotive, a murderous locomotive. She run downstairs, through the kitchen, and out the door. She stopped to take a few deep breaths. Then she heard him. He was breathing very hard. Almost as if he was trying to keep himself from exploding. Pan giggled nervously.
"Heya Trunks." Silence.
"How are you?" Silence.
"That's nice." Silence.
"You still love me right?" At this, Trunks relented.
"Yeah, I don't know why. But I still love you." He crouched down and held out his arms for a hug. Pan sighed in relief and returned his gesture as she stepped closer. Trunks smiled.
"Aha! I got you! I won." He picked her up and carried her back into the house, despite her struggles.
So for the next few hours Goten made a few dozen sandwiches for all of them to eat. Goten is always hungry, so it stands to reason that he knows how to make himself an easily made snack. They watched a few movies, including Pirates of the Caribbean. Pan loved Jack Sparrow and his love of the sea and freedom, while Bra loved the absolutely handsome Orlando Bloom. Trunks was thinking, *I like the sea too. I bet I could kick Jack Sparrows ass.* Goten was thinking, *I'm much better looking that Orlando Bloom* Needless to say, the girls loved that movie...the guys didn't. Don't you just love the way guys who liked to be admired, never actually get admired?
Parents come home...Ba ba ba.....
Gohan's reaction: Thank god. No irreparable damage done. I'll give the boys an extra tip. Videl's reaction: Trunks looks better with shorter hair. When did he have time to get a haircut?
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Diclaimer: I do not own DBZ or am I affiliated with it in any way shape or form. Someone told me that you have to write if your characters are OOC if that's the way you write them or make them turn out that way. The thing is, I have only seen 4 complete episodes of DBGT and don't really know what their characters are really like. I'm only writing of the basis of other fanfics that I have read. So please don't sue because I didn't write if they were OOC or not. Thanks.
Chapter 3
Pan and Bra. Names can tell a lot about people.
Pan and Bra. What would you think these names would mean to you? To some people, I suppose, they give you the impression of the saying, "short and sweet". Now let's pretend that for a minute, just for a minute, that this was true, that Pan and Bra were nothing but cute little imps that ran around through fields collecting flowers for their loved ones. What kind of world would we all live in then? A beautiful world perhaps, or a world filled with the musical tinkering laughter of a family gaily throwing their young children in the air and catching them before they fall. Doesn't this world sound so wonderful, so pure, so incredibly...dull?
I completely agree. What kind of a world do we live in when little children rest easy at night, not coming up with plans that will drive their babysitters crazy? Have we all gone mad? Of course not, it's the children who have no imagination.
Thankfully, we don't live in this kind of crazy, unrealistic universe. We live in a place called reality. So naturally, they have a plan.
Pan and Bra.
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.
They smirked, so they wanted to play a game did they? Ok, let's play a game. Pan winked at Bra. Bra winked at Pan. Goten looked on confused. Trunks groaned and sealed his doom.
Pan stepped toward the boys.
"Let's play hide and seek." Trunks opened his eyes and started to back away.
"No, dear god no! You cant be serious! You'll kill us all!...Wait a minute...did you just say 'hide and seek'?
"Yup! Let's play! Me and Bra will go first! (remember: 7 year-olds, don't know the meaning of the word grammar). Bra will explain the rules." Bra stepped forward and began speaking. Unlike Pan's child-like voice, she had a musical voice that can enamor anyone. Maybe that's why she has Vegeta wrapped around her little finger.
"Ok. These are the rules. We hide. You seek." Trunks butted in.
"Well, obviously. Maybe that's why the game is called hide and seek." Bra seethed in his direction.
"I wasn't done explaining the rules yet, numbskull!" She was about to cry. Trunks was always so mean to her, but once she started the water works, no one could resist her womanly wiles. However Pan was too impatient. Crying and sympathy took to long, she briskly walked up to Trunks, kicked him in the shins and sat on his face while he was down on the ground in pain. Bra smiled and continued, "Me and Pan will hide, if you see us, then you have to catch before you actually win. So if you see us we can run away and still be in. Ok? Good. Now you boys have to turn around and count to 30." Goten shrugged and turned around. Pan got up off of her victim's face and let him get up. He didn't know what to say, they were up to something, he knew it. Pan's treatment of him wasn't too surprising but there had to be something else. Those two were always up to something 'else'. There is never such a thing as just Hide and Seek, when it comes to THEM. But hey, if you can't beat'em, join'em. Trunks slowly turned around and faced the wall like Goten. He heard Pan and his sister scurry off into the darkest recesses of the house. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14...15...16...17...18...19...20...21...22...23...24...25...26...27...28 ...29...30. Approximately 30 seconds later, Goten and Trunks turned around. They were alone. The kids disappeared. Goten looked around and began to "seek" the "hidden". Trunks sighed and said,
"Goten, let me ask you something. Have you ever baby-sat Pan before?" Goten scratched his head and thought really hard about it.
"Nope. I offered once to take care of her for a few hours and then something really weird happened."
"Really? What happened?"
"Gohan attacked me and he explicitly said, 'If you ever come near Pan without mine or anyone else's supervision, I will personally make sure you will never stand up ever again.' I think he thought that it would take up to much of my time. I mean, taking care of Pan is a cinch, I'm sure he didn't want me to waste my time." Trunks fell down, right onto his face.
"Don't you think that it might be because..." Trunks couldn't continue. How could he break the beautiful dream Goten built-up for himself? How could he possibly tell him friend that Gohan didn't want him anywhere near his daughter because it would probably cause the next apocalypse? No he couldn't do it. He couldn't crush his friend's beautiful dreams. "because...Gohan knew I needed the money for babysitting and didn't want you to have it all." Trunks prayed that Goten wouldn't remember the fact that he was the heir to the Capsule Corp. Industries and didn't really need some crappy baby-sitting money. Before the slow-thinking saiyan could think that statement through, Trunks quickly decided to start looking for the girls. Unfortunately, Goten was quick on the uptake.
"Why did you ask that?" Fortunately for Trunks, he was quick on a different uptake.
"Well, when Pan and Bra are entertained, it's better to keep it that way. The moment we find them, they might come up with something worse, even worse than anything you can think of."
"I still don't see what's so bad about them. They're so cute. But if you're that worried, we'll take it slow." Poor, naïve Goten. Doesn't know what fate has in store for him, on this dreadful day.
In the other room, Pan and Bra were coming up with their plan. So far, they acme up with this: Bra realized that Goten was really into this game so they would use his excitement against him. Before they ran into the room, Pan grabbed a few necessities, which included a bucket and some spaghetti sauce. They quickly poured the spaghetti into the bucket and placed the bucket above the door. As soon as anyone moved the door, the bucket would fall down and pour spaghetti all over the offending disturber of the door. They decided that this would be Bra's territory and could do what she wanted with Goten, as long as he didn't catch her. Pan slipped out through the crack in the door and ran upstairs. Did I mention that as she ran upstairs, she grabbed a pair of scissors? Well, she did.
Slowly but surely Goten was creeping closer and closer to the smell of spaghetti emanating from the Son family dining room. A thought of a trap never even entered his mind as he slowly cracked the door open.
Trunks heard the crack and new something was up. He turned around and saw Goten looking up in a delightful horror as a red bucket came crashing down on his head. Trunks powered up a bit and knocked Goten down right before the bucket hit. This left Trunks with some spaghetti in his hair. Sound familiar? I thought it might.
So this is the position we are left it in right now. Bra is squealing delightedly as she floats over the fallen men. She runs into the kitchen grabbing some more food. She would need reinforcements if she would keep Goten distracted. Goten is on the floor, spotless, no spaghetti on him at all. Trunks is lying on top of Goten and has taken the brunt of the attack of the spaghetti. Pan is watching from the stairs and is laughing hysterically.
Goten angrily pushed Trunks off of him.
"What do you think your doing? That spaghetti was rightfully mine! I smelt it first!"
"Goten, would you rather be dry and not looking like dinner or would you rather have spaghetti sauce all over you because that could be arranged." At this Trunks got up and threw whatever was left of the spaghetti from the bucket right onto Goten. Oblivious to the fact that he was making a complete fool of himself, Goten started eating the spaghetti.
"Thanks a lot! I was hungry"
"EW dude, that nasty. Let's just catch the two troublemakers and make them go to bed or something. You take your niece and I'll take my sister. Wait....on second thought, I'll catch Pan and you catch Bra. Ok? Good." So off they went in search of their quarry. Trunks, careful and diligent. Goten, skipping merrily along.
Both girls were laughing hysterically. They barely even did anything and those two were already providing hours upon hours of entertainment. Pan wanted the actual game to start already so she called out,
"Trunks! I'm up here! Come and get me!" Trunks heard the challenge and started to climb the stairs. Goten on the other hand, being a little smarter than you would think, managed to come to the logical conclusion that if Pan was upstairs, Bra would almost certainly have to be downstairs. He watched as Trunks disappeared to the upper level and when he was sure that he was gone, Goten reached into his pocket and took out a small piece of candy. He started talking into thin air, baiting the predator out into the open.
"It's a good thing, I told Trunks that I finished all those chocolates. If I hadn't then there wouldn't be any left for us. Would there Bra?" He knew that if he held up the chocolate just right, and used his voice in the way that attracted most females, he was sure to come up with results.
Amazingly, he was right. Little seven-year old Bra was slowly walking towards him with big eyes and an impish grin. She held out her hand and silently beseeched him to give over the chocolate. Goten smiled, his easy going smile and held out the little piece of candy. His plan was that when she reached over to grab it, he would grab her and end the game once and for all. Unfortunately for him, he was a little to slow on the uptake. The candy was already gone and so was his prey. He started running after her knowing that if he waited longer than he already has, he would lose sight of her and that would lower his chances of finding her.
Bra smiled. She turned a corner and sat behind a couch. For the moment, she was safe. By the look on Goten's face when she took her prize...he would be pondering for a long time to come. Surprisingly enough, she heard his footsteps coming from the other room. He was running straight for her. She was surprised to say the least, but she was sure he wouldn't find her yet, so she resumed eating.
The floor was slippery. Goten was running. There was a couch in front of him. Fate is funny in it's own little way.
Goten was running when he heard that little sucking noise that gave away Bra's little hiding spot. However, it was too late for him to stop. He went skidding right into the couch. He flipped over it. The couch flipped over Bra. Bra flipped right onto Goten's chest. She wasn't in the tiniest way disturbed. All she did was sigh and continue eating her candy. Goten was a little surprised though. To think that all he did was fall over a couch and he won the game.
"Hehe, so...Bra...how's life?" Bra looked at him and said,
"Can't talk...eating." That was the moment that Goten's stomach erupted.
"Good point. Let's go to the fridge and see what big brother has to spare." And off they went. Goten carried her on his shoulder's and they went to the kitchen in perfect harmony.
Unfortunately, Trunks didn't have it so easy. Pan was a trickster. She sure was. It was hard to get anywhere near her. Every time Trunks got close he would get hit in the head with something. Either a stuffed animal, a piece of cutlery or some more food, it didn't matter, he would get hit. Once, he actually smartened up and knew he would get hit so he quickly dodged it and turned around only to trip over something else. Today was just not his day.
"Come on Pan. Come out and we'll cook. You like cooking, I don't like getting pummeled. It all works out in the end. Come on!" Aha! He heard it, a little muffled snicker coming from behind the door. He opened the door and Pan shot through in between his legs. He ran after her yelling.
"Pan, get back here! I found you!" Pan in turn would yell,
"But you have to catch me to win!" All of a sudden, she skidded to a halt. Trunks wasn't that fast and bumped into her. Since she was less than half his height, his knees buckled and he flew right over her. Right over her and down the stairs. Trunks lay there for a moment and closed his eyes. *How easy it would be to sleep.*
This was her chance. Pan slowly climbed downstairs after the fallen warrior. In her grubby little paws she held a pair of scissors.
*Snip, snip, snip*
Goten and Bra were in the kitchen. Goten was making sandwiches for the both of them when they heard the bloodcurdling scream.
"PAN! NO! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! MY HAIR! ME BEAUTIFUL HAIR! YOU CUT IT!" Trunks was weeping. He was holding a lock of his "beautiful" lavender hair. Pan was completely unfazed.
"Don't worry Trunks, you look much better with short hair." This was the last straw. She has done many things to him. (all of which included, spaghetti in his hair, pancake mix in his hair, a few broken bones, some major house repairs and many other things.) But cutting his hair was the last straw.
"GET BACK HERE PAN! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"Uh oh." Pan started running a fast as she possibly could. She had to outrun a locomotive, a murderous locomotive. She run downstairs, through the kitchen, and out the door. She stopped to take a few deep breaths. Then she heard him. He was breathing very hard. Almost as if he was trying to keep himself from exploding. Pan giggled nervously.
"Heya Trunks." Silence.
"How are you?" Silence.
"That's nice." Silence.
"You still love me right?" At this, Trunks relented.
"Yeah, I don't know why. But I still love you." He crouched down and held out his arms for a hug. Pan sighed in relief and returned his gesture as she stepped closer. Trunks smiled.
"Aha! I got you! I won." He picked her up and carried her back into the house, despite her struggles.
So for the next few hours Goten made a few dozen sandwiches for all of them to eat. Goten is always hungry, so it stands to reason that he knows how to make himself an easily made snack. They watched a few movies, including Pirates of the Caribbean. Pan loved Jack Sparrow and his love of the sea and freedom, while Bra loved the absolutely handsome Orlando Bloom. Trunks was thinking, *I like the sea too. I bet I could kick Jack Sparrows ass.* Goten was thinking, *I'm much better looking that Orlando Bloom* Needless to say, the girls loved that movie...the guys didn't. Don't you just love the way guys who liked to be admired, never actually get admired?
Parents come home...Ba ba ba.....
Gohan's reaction: Thank god. No irreparable damage done. I'll give the boys an extra tip. Videl's reaction: Trunks looks better with shorter hair. When did he have time to get a haircut?
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