Whoa, six reviews in in just a few days. ^-^'' I didn't think I'd get that
many. Wow! Thanks guys! ^_______________^ (SSJ5 Tigger, v son saiyan,
Trupan, Trunksie Chick, Pan-Chan42, and Risika Shardae)
I've decided for this chapter to be in Trunks' POV!! :D Oh, yeah, I mind as well inform ya'll of everybody's age now, so here:
Pan Son: 21 ½, Trunks Brief: 23, Bra Brief: 20, Goten Son: 22 Marron Chestnut: 22 (I'm not sure how I'll fit her here in, but hey- have a little faith. She's really not b****y in the series- common- she's like, what, 5?)
Be prepared for extreme stupidity- this ARE supposed to be Trunks' thought you're reading.
I woke up at 2 in the morning thinking about that Pan girl. She was so angry. If I was her and I ran into me, I wouldn't be mad at me....... Okay, so her car got totaled, and mine didn't- so what? I'll buy her a new one. But that punch- it actually hurt! And Dad says no human could ever compete with me. Ha! The little woman almost put a dent in my skull. Maybe I just need to train more.
"Trunks! Get your lazy butt up!! Mom said if you're not out in 5 minutes, she'd get Daddy to personally kick you out!"
Bra was standing over me, screaming her little heart out. Then, to my annoyance, she snatched a random pillow, and began to beat me over the head with it.
"Okay, okay, stop, I'm up!"
"Slacker."
Groaning, I shoved my sister out of the way, and dragged myself to the bathroom. I stripped and turned on the water to take a shower. But then I saw that the bar of soap was missing.
"BRA!!!!!! Why did you HAVE to take MY SOAP??!!!!! WHY NOT GET ONE OF THE TWO ZILLION BARS DOWNSTAIRS??!!! HUH?! HUH??!!!!"
From outside, I could hear Bra laughing.
"Your bathroom is closer; I was too lazy to walk that extra twenty feet."
"I'M STRANDED IN HERE BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO LAZY TO GET YOUR OWN KAMI- FORSAKEN SOAP??!!!!!!! WELL, DON'T JUST STAND THERE!!! HELP!!"
"Hehehe, no, I think I'll just leave you in there. Yeah, this is more fun." Another fit of irritating laughter.
"Shut up," I whined. "MOMMY!!"
"What, Trunks?!" Mom shouted from her room.
"I need soap! Could you get me some, please?"
"Just what do you think this is? I'm your mother, not your servant. Ask your sister."
"I already did."
"Bra! Give Trunks the soap!"
"Okay, okay. Open the door, stupid!" Bra hissed at me. I cracked it just enough so that she could slip the soap into my hands. "Your welcome."
"Whatever."
I slammed the door, missing her fingers by inches and returned to my shower. In two minutes, I was dressed, so as not to waste any valuable living time, I scurried to the first floor, snatched my briefcase, and drove to work.
I was almost there when a white car flashed in my rear-view mirror. A glowing red light was propped on its roof, and a noisy siren wailed, catching my attention. Crud. What now? I pulled over and rolled down the windows as a female police officer walked over. She recognized me immediately.
"Mr. Brief, I'm surprised. You know the speed limit is 55?"
Ew! She' was drooling on my car! Gross.
"Yes. I'm sorta in a hurry, so here, mail the ticket to me later."
I shoved my card in her face, and drove down the highway at 80 miles an hour.
"Come Back!"
I hope I ran over her toes. And she thought that was speeding- HA! Great, now I'm probably gonna be late for an important meeting that I was supposed to be early for. Mom's going to KILL me. Changing names and hiding out in Canada is sounding more and more appealing.
"So, Mr. Brief. I see you insist on arriving fashionably late. Take a seat."
30 seconds ago, I had pulled up into the parking lot of some no-name paper product corporation. Mom says it's important that we make a good partnership with these people or their industry would go bankrupt and half the planet wouldn't have toilet paper. That is unfortunate. Yeah, like thirty million dollars in the bank close to being broke. Riiiiiight.
"Yes, I've had a bit of car trouble down the road."
I wasn't about to say I got pulled over. That just wouldn't look too great. The man sitting across the table seems like he doesn't want to be here either. Kami, I hate my life.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, we have business to conduct, so I'm going to need you to read this, and these." He pulls a huge stack of papers out of nowhere as I groan inwardly. This could take forever!
Hehe, I know this story is serious, but I couldn't help it. What can I say? I'm in a REALLY good mood. ^_____________________^ See? Trupan, thanks for putting this on your fav. stories list. It's adding to my happiness! I got a LOT of candy today. And yesterday. And if I don't put these Sweet Tarts down, I won't be able to see my feet. ^___^ Review!!
Next is Pan's POV. Yes, I'm planning on switching every chapter
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!
I've decided for this chapter to be in Trunks' POV!! :D Oh, yeah, I mind as well inform ya'll of everybody's age now, so here:
Pan Son: 21 ½, Trunks Brief: 23, Bra Brief: 20, Goten Son: 22 Marron Chestnut: 22 (I'm not sure how I'll fit her here in, but hey- have a little faith. She's really not b****y in the series- common- she's like, what, 5?)
Be prepared for extreme stupidity- this ARE supposed to be Trunks' thought you're reading.
I woke up at 2 in the morning thinking about that Pan girl. She was so angry. If I was her and I ran into me, I wouldn't be mad at me....... Okay, so her car got totaled, and mine didn't- so what? I'll buy her a new one. But that punch- it actually hurt! And Dad says no human could ever compete with me. Ha! The little woman almost put a dent in my skull. Maybe I just need to train more.
"Trunks! Get your lazy butt up!! Mom said if you're not out in 5 minutes, she'd get Daddy to personally kick you out!"
Bra was standing over me, screaming her little heart out. Then, to my annoyance, she snatched a random pillow, and began to beat me over the head with it.
"Okay, okay, stop, I'm up!"
"Slacker."
Groaning, I shoved my sister out of the way, and dragged myself to the bathroom. I stripped and turned on the water to take a shower. But then I saw that the bar of soap was missing.
"BRA!!!!!! Why did you HAVE to take MY SOAP??!!!!! WHY NOT GET ONE OF THE TWO ZILLION BARS DOWNSTAIRS??!!! HUH?! HUH??!!!!"
From outside, I could hear Bra laughing.
"Your bathroom is closer; I was too lazy to walk that extra twenty feet."
"I'M STRANDED IN HERE BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO LAZY TO GET YOUR OWN KAMI- FORSAKEN SOAP??!!!!!!! WELL, DON'T JUST STAND THERE!!! HELP!!"
"Hehehe, no, I think I'll just leave you in there. Yeah, this is more fun." Another fit of irritating laughter.
"Shut up," I whined. "MOMMY!!"
"What, Trunks?!" Mom shouted from her room.
"I need soap! Could you get me some, please?"
"Just what do you think this is? I'm your mother, not your servant. Ask your sister."
"I already did."
"Bra! Give Trunks the soap!"
"Okay, okay. Open the door, stupid!" Bra hissed at me. I cracked it just enough so that she could slip the soap into my hands. "Your welcome."
"Whatever."
I slammed the door, missing her fingers by inches and returned to my shower. In two minutes, I was dressed, so as not to waste any valuable living time, I scurried to the first floor, snatched my briefcase, and drove to work.
I was almost there when a white car flashed in my rear-view mirror. A glowing red light was propped on its roof, and a noisy siren wailed, catching my attention. Crud. What now? I pulled over and rolled down the windows as a female police officer walked over. She recognized me immediately.
"Mr. Brief, I'm surprised. You know the speed limit is 55?"
Ew! She' was drooling on my car! Gross.
"Yes. I'm sorta in a hurry, so here, mail the ticket to me later."
I shoved my card in her face, and drove down the highway at 80 miles an hour.
"Come Back!"
I hope I ran over her toes. And she thought that was speeding- HA! Great, now I'm probably gonna be late for an important meeting that I was supposed to be early for. Mom's going to KILL me. Changing names and hiding out in Canada is sounding more and more appealing.
"So, Mr. Brief. I see you insist on arriving fashionably late. Take a seat."
30 seconds ago, I had pulled up into the parking lot of some no-name paper product corporation. Mom says it's important that we make a good partnership with these people or their industry would go bankrupt and half the planet wouldn't have toilet paper. That is unfortunate. Yeah, like thirty million dollars in the bank close to being broke. Riiiiiight.
"Yes, I've had a bit of car trouble down the road."
I wasn't about to say I got pulled over. That just wouldn't look too great. The man sitting across the table seems like he doesn't want to be here either. Kami, I hate my life.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, we have business to conduct, so I'm going to need you to read this, and these." He pulls a huge stack of papers out of nowhere as I groan inwardly. This could take forever!
Hehe, I know this story is serious, but I couldn't help it. What can I say? I'm in a REALLY good mood. ^_____________________^ See? Trupan, thanks for putting this on your fav. stories list. It's adding to my happiness! I got a LOT of candy today. And yesterday. And if I don't put these Sweet Tarts down, I won't be able to see my feet. ^___^ Review!!
Next is Pan's POV. Yes, I'm planning on switching every chapter
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!