Chapter 2: Vacation Time!
The sun shone down onto Yonk's bed as he rolled over and silently swore to destroy it for daring to wake him up this early. He had spent all night having nightmares about all the trouble his sons could get themselves into on a world tour by themselves. It had been a week since he had decided that some down time having fun would do wonders for his sons, but his subconscious still refused to agree. He sat up in bed and yawned audibly, hearing his sons' already eating breakfast outside. Yonk thought to himself about how lucky he was that The Chibis had learned to cook for themselves. Thank God the days of getting up at 3:00 AM to get them some cereal are over, he thought inwardly. He stretched and stood up but went immediately falling back to the bed. "What the hell?" Yonk said, gritting his teeth at the searing pain from his backside. His tail was caught on something, but what. Yonk soon found out what as he lifted the sheets and found his tail tied neatly to the bedpost. How his sons had managed that was beyond Yonk's level of thought this early in the morning, but they were going to pay. That was certain. He quickly threw aside his usual Gi in favor of some more casual clothes, and walked downstairs. A few seconds later Trunks found himself being sat on by a grinning Super Kalltorraiya-jin and Goten found himself being tickled half to death. They tried to get away, but even their incredible SSJ2 strength was no match for their 'Tousan's. Yonk switched their places and began the tickle torture on his purple haired son. Trunks' tail wrapped itself around Yonk's arm, trying to pull it off of him, but it was no use and soon all three were laughing away all cares in a tornado of green and yellow.
Eventually they stopped their rolling around and powered down, lying in the cool grass still wet from morning dew. Yonk watched mesmerized as Goten lay on his stomach, tail swishing back and forth hypnotically as he studied a ladybug on a dandelion. Trunks contented himself by laying his head on Yonk's shoulder and watching the clouds' changing shapes above. "So, have you two got all your things packed for the trip?" Yonk asked. Goten rolled over and said: "Yeah, we put all the stuff in capsules so they wouldn't take up too much room." Goten was hiding something, but Yonk didn't know it yet. He stood up and brushed absently at the dirt and grass stains on his pants and then wrapped his tail neatly around his waist. Trunks and Goten immediately followed suit but Goten still forgot that tails were supposed to go around clockwise and Trunks stopped to fix his. "Owww!!! Trunks-kun, watch it!" Goten complained as Trunks pushed his tail into the proper position. The Chibis ran up to catch their 'Tousan and entered the house.
A few hours later Yonk waved goodbye to his sons as he watched them fly off south, towards their first destination, Mexico! He made sure that they had plenty of clean gis and some extra food just in case. Trunks had a bad habit of almost never changing his underwear so Yonk packed some more while he wasn't looking. He had also made them take a familiar oilcloth sack filled with a handful of Senzu, no sense in taking chances. He walked up to his room thinking about going out to dinner, and then went to his safe to make a withdraw. It's a toss up between the two best restaurants in New York, but which one? Yonk thought as he opened the safe. A sweat-drop trailed down his head as he noticed the lock had been fried off with Ki and the safe was completely empty. He clenched his fists as he thought of what his sons would do with over 20 billion zenni but then let up. "Why not," he mumbled. "They can have their fun."
At the Mexican border crossing at San Ysidro, the two small boys struggled to see over the crowd. "Wow Trunks-kun! I've never seen so many people." Goten said. Trunks was silent, thinking about how in the hell a couple of small kids were going to get across the border without an adult accompanying them. They walked forward uncertainly as people stared in wonder at their clothes and very strange hair. Trunks looked about with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall and waited for a large group of people. A rowdy bunch of teenagers walked by and The Chibis fell in with them trying desperately to keep their tails hidden. They moved through the turnstile and a few feet further onto Mexican soil in glorious Tijuana.
A bit of a short chapter this time, but they will get longer. I promise. Please review, I really need some input. Flames welcome, I'm getting desperate. Thanks for reading.