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Chapter 5: Eating Time
The boys continued on through the city, but it wasn't long before Trunks started to get a bit bored. "Hey Goten, have you ever been in a museum?" Trunks asked. "Well, I went with Goku-san once, he broke something and the people there were very mad at him," said Goten. Trunks laughed to himself as he imagined the wooden-headed man bumbling around and crashing into priceless vases and sculptures. He then proceeded to drag his brother towards one. They wandered into the large museum and began to look around. A man in a dark outfit peeked around the corner and reached into his coat to pull out a walkie-talkie. The Chibis didn't notice this and gazed at all the huge paintings on the wall in awe at their size and complexity. Trunks, always having been the more cultured of the two boys, began to study the bizarre shapes in a Dahli piece. Goten on the other hand was stupefyingly bored within seconds and his mind started to wander a bit. He started to look around randomly, then he began to shift his feet and look at the ground. In another couple of minutes he was noticeably fidgeting and he paced about wondering when Trunks would be done. Come on! thought Goten. I'm getting hungry! I wish you would hurry up and stop looking at that stupid piece of paper and do something fun! Thinking about food started Goten's mouth watering and his Saiya-jin stomach growled in protest. He needed to get his mind away from eating because it was painfully clear that Trunks did not intend to leave until he finished. Why does he haveta be so much like 'Tousan and like this stuff? Thought Goten, trying to figure out why Trunks was still staring at melting clocks and weird shapes.
He suddenly decided to leave Trunks to his own devices and see if he could find a way to entertain himself. Goten looked around the corner to see if Trunks was watching him, knowing that his older brother hated it when he wandered off alone. Goten kept looking toward Trunks' static figure as he walked quietly away thinking: I dunno why he's always so worried about me; I can take care of myself! As if to emphasize his point Goten pouted his lips and crossed his arms. His method would have worked perfectly if he hadn't happened to walk right into a display case. Normally the tough case would have just given the person running into it a bad headache, but a chibi half Saiya-jin was much more than it was designed to bear. The glass cracked at the impact and the whole case started to tip over slowly, very slowly. Goten freaked and ran over to stop it from falling, he stood for a few seconds holding up the display with both hands debating whether to yell for help or just drop it. His question became moot as a security guard suddenly walked in. "Cómo?!" Yelled the guard. "Qué haces chamaco? No lo toques eso!" Goten quickly phased out of sight into another room before the guard could react, sending the case careening to the floor with a deafening crash. Trunks' ears perked up as he heard the noise and he looked in the direction the noise came from. Oh please say that wasn't who I think it was... Trunks thought as he scanned his surroundings, no Goten. His worst fears given life, Trunks locked onto Goten's Ki and he ran after it hoping to catch his spiky haired brother before he could break something else.
Goten hadn't been this scared in a long time. He had been holding up that stupid thing and when he had dropped it, the guy got mad at him and was now chasing him all the way around the museum. Several other guards had also joined the chase even though they had next to no chance of ever catching the demi Saiya-jin. Goten ran on past another sculpture and through a side corridor when a hand reached out and snatched him into a bathroom by his the collar of his Gi. The door shut softly just as the small hoard of guards thundered past. In the bathroom, Goten was squirming about trying to escape. "Let me go," said Goten, throwing a punch at the mysterious person that had dared to snatch him up like that. The punch made a square hit and Goten expected to have knocked the guy out but he still held on. Goten finally turned to see who it was that had so rudely grabbed him and found himself looking right into a familiar pair of blue eyes. "Nani? Trunks-kun?" Goten asked. Trunks just glared at him, a small trickle of blood trailing down him chin from the corner of his mouth where Goten had hit him. He was tempted to crack Goten over the head for that, but decided not to. After all, the older Chibi reasoned, he didn't mean to. And he's so cute when he's mad like that. Goten immediately started another protest but Trunks clamped his hand over Goten's mouth as the door to the cramped bathroom opened. A man who looked slightly drunk staggered into the bathroom. He could have sworn that a couple of small boys were in there a second ago, but neither was there anymore. He shrugged his shoulders and finished his business, and then walked out. The door shut and Trunks breathed a sigh of relief as he jumped down from the top of a stall with Goten close behind. Without much problem, they dodged the security guards and escaped out into the city once again.
The light had already begun to fade in the east and the setting of the sun brought The Chibis to the attention that it was time to find something to eat. Both boys' stomachs growled in protest at the over 3 hours since they had eaten anything as they looked about for a restaurant of sorts. Goten pointed toward a fancy looking place that was probably specialized in serving Mexican food, like just about every other restaurant. "Trunks-kun," Goten said. "How about that one?" Trunks looked at the place and thought it seemed a bit expensive but grinned when he remembered that they still had over 19 billion zenni left. "Sure," Trunks said. "Just try not to clear the place out like the last time we ate..." Goten put his hand behind his head and giggled in typical manner. They walked into the waiting room and Trunks frantically tried to find the book that he hoped would help him speak Spanish. "Hola niños," said a waiter who walked up. Trunks found the book and selected a random passage. "Hola, como está?" Trunks started. "Nosotros son dios, y se ordenamos que traiganos golobos verdes y pantalones para comer!" The waiter was utterly bamboozled at this request but for some reason took the boys seriously and led them to a table. He gave them a menu and ran off to fetch the green balloons and pants. Goten opened the menu and tried to guess what the strange names meant. The waiter walked up and set down a steaming platter of the disgusting looking mess of burnt denim and rubber. Trunks took one look and grabbed the waiter by the collar, dragging him down to eye level. "What is this?" Trunks demanded. "We want FOOD!" The waiter frantically tried to repent, certain that the boys really were gods now that Trunks had shown some incredible strength. "No! Por favor no! Trajé los golobos y los pantalones. Quieren más?" The waiter begged of the small Saiya-jin. Trunks still held onto the waiter and used his tail to grab the menu and pointed out a dish with his free hand. "We want that!" The waiter seemed to understand, nodded, and took off at top speed to bring them many plates of the selected dish. Goten was beaming at his older brother for acting tough at the waiter. "Hey Trunks-kun," Goten asked. "What are we getting?" Trunks shrugged his shoulders and showed Goten what he had pointed at: "El gigante, demasiado grande, y realmente-realmente grande burrito del destino." Neither of them had any idea what it meant so they sat back and eagerly waited for their food.
In less than a few minutes the waiter returned with two plates and set them down in front of Trunks and Goten. The boys stared; the burrito had to be the size of their heads and took up the whole plate. On top of this, several other waiters brought a couple of carts stacked high with at least 50 more burritos and a number of drinks. Quite a large number of the staff had gathered, wondering how gods ate food and hoping that they would like it. Goten was about to just pick up the burrito with his bare hands when Trunks stopped him saying: "Goten! You can't do that, use your fork!" Goten pouted a little and reluctantly picked up his silverware. "Hey Goten, I bet I can finish mine faster!" Goten grinned and The Chibis began to eat, startling everyone at the speed and efficiency that the food was sliding down into the boys' bottomless stomachs. In a few short minutes, the cart was cleaned of anything resembling food or drink and all but three of the waiters had fainted from the shock. One of the remaining ones took off to get the bill, seemingly forgetting that it's bad etiquette to bill a couple of gods, no matter how short they were.
There was one dinner mint left and Trunks and Goten eyed it carefully. Suddenly they leaped onto the table and people scattered expecting to be killed. Trunks' fist flew towards the center of the table and Goten's followed and as everybody cringed at the imminent battle, their fists stopped just inches away from each other. Everyone held their breath as neither kid moved and the tension became so thick you could cut it with katana. Suddenly the boys moved their fists up and down quickly three times chanting: "Rock! Paper! Scissors!" People looked on in wonder at the spectacle, Trunks had paper and Goten had the same. Again the boys went at it: "Rock! Paper! Scissors!" Both had scissors. "Rock! Paper! Scissors!" Paper again. "Rock! Paper! Scissors!" Rock this time. "Rock! Paper! Scissors!" Rock a second time, then paper twice followed by scissors and then back to rock. Each time they went at it the diners would flinch and then look on in earnest to see who would win this strange sparring match. "Rock! Paper! Scissors! Rock! Paper! Scissors! Rock! Paper! Scissors! Rock! Paper! Scissors!" chanted the boys. Paper, rock, scissors, paper, rock, paper, paper, scissors, rock, paper, rock, scissors, paper, scissors, scissors, paper, rock, paper, scissors, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors...paper and scissors. Goten had won. "YATTA!!!" Goten pumped his fist into the air in victory. "Scissors cut paper, I win!" the spiky haired chibi yelled. Trunks sat down dejectedly and folded his arms, pouting slightly and looking at the floor as Goten swallowed the mint in a millisecond licking his lips. The waiter brought the bill. Goten's eyes widened as he read the number, he didn't know what pesos were, but he did know that anything with 5 zeros was quite a lot of money. Trunks fished out the capsule filled with cash and set down about a million zenni with a bit extra for the tip. The staff saw the boys out and when they were safely outside of the building looked back and sweat dropped seeing the mountain of dirty dishes, which they had to wash.
Another hour and Trunks had found them a place to stay and this time Goten had paid the bill before Trunks could protest, not wanting to get into any more trouble. They found their room and Goten flopped down onto the large bed as Trunks went to go use the bathroom. The toilet flushed and Trunks came out yawning loudly, already changed into his pajamas. Goten went into the bathroom to change and brush his teeth and Trunks hunted for the remote. There was nothing on TV so they shut it off and turned out the lights to sleep. "'Night Trunks-kun," Goten said pulling up the covers on their bed. "'Night Chibi," said Trunks, slipping up by using his private pet name for Goten and putting an arm around him. The boys snuggled closer to each other and went to sleep. If they had watched the television a bit longer, they might have caught the news report with the latest news on the rampage of two wanted criminals.
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