-=giggles madly=- okay, so now it's my turn. Sevy did an awesome job and I won't be able to outdo that, but I'll attempt to match her level and do something as funny as a high Hercule. Though...it can't be done.
Shout outs go to KitsuneAkai13 [a.k.a. mah gurl] and to MirokusLuVa thanks for reviewing guys -
Trunks inhaled sharply, blue eyes widened and filled with fear, as he felt a syringe injecting a fluid directly into his blood stream. A strangled moan escaped his lips as, he began to sway, his eyes shutting. His brain became weighed down by the drugs in his system as, he fought to control his balance.
The lavender haired teen groaned at his blurry surroundings, wincing as he felt hot breath on his face that reeked of alcohol. Calloused hands crept up his shirt and swept over his bare skin, making it crawl with disgust. Trunks winced shutting his eyes as, he made a desperate attempt to block out the feeling that spiders were crawling up his spine a bad feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
"Youu look awwwfuuulleee purdee..." a voice slurred hiccupping, a shiver making its way through Trunks' body. "W-Who are you?!" he questioned, his voice wavering. Trunks' attempt to keep himself together was failing rapidly, his strength slowly depleting. If he was going to do something, he knew he had to act quickly.
"Yep, Yep, you're veeerreee prudeee..." the voice slurred again Trunks' eyes widening with realization. It was one of those moments where, an epiphany had just given him a harsh slap across the face. "Her-Hercule!?" he half croaked, half gasped, his throat suddenly feeling dry, and raspy.
"Purdee, Purdee, Purdeeeeee...dee dum dee dum..." He hiccupped laughing hysterically at himself. His victim groaned swallowing, in an attempt to keep his throat from feeling like dry leather. "Let go...please..." Trunks whispered in a desperate attempt, trying to escape his brain dead captor. His voice was bordering on begging but, Trunks did not beg and refused to sink that low.
Hercule scowled lightly wondering what was taking the drug so long as he knocked Trunks across the back of the head, watching him fall limp in his arms. A soft chuckle resonating through the streets, shifting his bundle in his arms he carried on down the road very pleased with himself. The empty alleyways began to spin and cave in on him as he stumbled blindly down the sidewalk, having long since forgotten where he was going or why.
A scuttling sound followed by a crash and a hiss could be heard as a cat raced past Hercule, appearing as no more than a blur to the confused man. "Who's there?!" he demanded in his pompous voice, a mew being his only answer. Hercule's brain now clouded over by who knows how many drugs began to play tricks on him. Color's played across his visage, goblins danced out of the shadows, lobsters flew overhead.
"The snowmen are invading..." whispered the cat as Hercule gulped dropping Trunks as he began to slowly inch away. "The snowmen?!" he questioned gulping yet again as he continued his slow retreat which, soon became a walk, that turned into a jog, followed by running, and then sprinting. "THESNOWMENARECOMING!!!! THESNOWMENARECOMING!!!!!!!!" Hercule screeched as people on the street stopped to give him strange glances.
A group of thugs watched from the shadows, the leader raising a brow, a grin spreading across his lips as he stepped out from his hiding place, his eyes settling on the man before him. Trunks' hair was now a ruffled mess, the moonlight hitting the lavender locks giving him an almost angelic appearance. "Hmm..." the leader mumbled grinning as he bent down next to Trunks, reaching into his jacket pocket pulling out his wallet. Flipping through it he took out what he saw fit including all his pictures, and his money, before attempting to pull out of business card.
"Shit the thing is stuck on the zipper..." he growled yanking it all of it coming out, except for his name, and the name of the club. "Tch...oh well...just need to know the address of his business so I can rob him blind...don't need his name or the name of the place..." he mumbled zipping it back up putting it back in his pocket.
"At any rate...it appears as though we have a fallen angel here boys...What should we do with him?" he asked looking at the others with a wide smirk, receiving grins in response he brought his foot crashing down into Trunks' chest like a lead weight. "Out like a light...no matter...I know many ways to have fun with pretty boys," he laughed.
"You know what Gohan? I think I'm just done with love..." muttered a very depressed Goten his body slumped forward in the passenger's seat. "Ahh c'mon bro...it's not that bad...Paris was a complete bitch, but you'll find someone- Oh for crying out loud!" he growled as Hercule pranced in front of his car, causing him to brake suddenly. "I'm a ballerina!" he laughed doing a flip. Gohan coughed and blinked scratching his head before looking over at Goten. "This is why you shouldn't do drugs Goten," he stated as Goten growled.
"I think I'll walk home..." he growled getting out of the car slamming his door. "Hey, wait a minute! Your apartment is ten blocks awa-"he started as Goten cut him off. "I don't care! All you have to say is the obvious: don't do drugs and Paris was a bitch! I refuse to just sit here and take lame ass lectures from you! I don't want a pity party Gohan!" he shouted stomping off as Gohan sighed.
"Fucking Gohan and his damn-"Goten started as Hercule danced around him, causing him to growl as he threw him out of the way, watching him bounce off of a wall. The man blinked coughing as Hercule began to laugh hysterically saying he was the unstoppable rubber ball. Clearing his throat, Goten wisely chose to walk away rubbing his temples. "How could you Paris..." he whispered a single crystal tear rolling down his cheek, the clear substance sparkling in the moonlight. "I loved you..." he growled clenching a fist blinking, his head snapping up when he heard a commotion coming from a nearby alleyway.
"What now..." he mumbled dragging his feet, his curiosity not allowing him to travel on until he checked the noise out. "Yeah, that's it..." one of the men laughed throwing Trunks' motionless body against the wall, laughing as some blood trickled down his forehead. Goten's eyes widened before immediately narrowing into enraged slits. "You bastards!" he growled charging forward punching the first man he came to across the face. "Why you litt-"one started with a growl as the dark haired man kicked him in the chest, doing a spin kicking yet another in the head without putting his foot down.
A grin spread across Goten's lips as he dodged a punch, catching the next one, kneeing the man in the stomach before elbowing him in the back promptly kicking his arms out from under him when he went to catch himself. He was alive for the first time in months, alive with the need to protect this stranger, alive from the thrill of the fight, he had needed this and he was enjoying every second of it. The leader's eyes narrowed as he straightened, watching Goten make quick work of his men before he grinned lightly stroking his cheek. "Let's get out of here...he's not worth our time..." he mumbled turning to leave as Goten growled clenching his fist. "You're not going anywhere!" he said rushing forward.
The gang's leader gave a bored look walking into traffic, disappearing behind a moving car. Goten's jaw dropped allowing the others to run off as he scowled. "How...how did he do that?!" he hissed growling lightly. "Damn..." he mumbled, glancing over at the angel as he began to stir. In a flash Goten was by his side, scooping the boy up into his arms cradling him to his chest. A small bit of happiness surged through him as he gazed down at the man before making his way back to his apartment.
Once there, he lay the motionless figure down on his couch going to make a cup of coffee as he watched the man begin to stir. Goten chuckled lightly grinning as Trunks hissed and cursed trying to sit up, before crying out. "Hey, now...take it easy there..." Goten mumbled frowning as Trunks' eyes widened. "Who are you?! Where am I?!" he questioned. "Goten Son...There were some thugs beating you up so...I came to your rescue..." he stated as Trunks grunted nodding his head throbbing.
"It looks as though you took quite a blow to the head..." Goten said going to examine it as Trunks groaned. "Yeah...hey Goten?" he mumbled as Goten looked at him questioningly. "Yeah?" he asked. "I suppose since you saved me you...wouldn't happen to know my name would you?" he questioned the boy paling considerably. "Wha-What did you say?!" he choked as Trunks sighed. "Never mind...forget I asked..." he muttered as Goten gulped. "You have no idea who you are do you?!" he groaned as Trunks shook his head.
Goten sighed rubbing his temples picking up Trunks' jacket before fishing through it. "Ah here we go..." he mumbled pulling out a business card, growling when he saw that it was ripped in two. "Damn...doesn't even have his whole name..." he growled sighing. "Well, Trunks...I don't suppose you know what 'All Night Stars' is do you?" he sighed heavily as Trunks shook his head. Goten groaned dropping the wallet looking at Trunks before sighing heavily.
"In that case, welcome to my apartment Trunks, it looks as though it's going to be yours for a while..." Goten stated his eyes traveling up Trunks' body. He didn't know whether to be upset...or the happiest man on earth.
TBC...
Who is this mystery man that leads a gang and what are his plans? Will Hercule ever defeat the evil snowmen? Will Trunks ever get his memory back? Will Goten fall in love? -=grabs you by the shoulders shaking you=- Will Goten be able to control his hormones?! TELL ME DAMN IT!...oh wait all that's up to Sev. TT; Oh, well...I leave the future of this fic in her capable hands! -=salutes=- Rae out!
Shout outs go to KitsuneAkai13 [a.k.a. mah gurl] and to MirokusLuVa thanks for reviewing guys -
Trunks inhaled sharply, blue eyes widened and filled with fear, as he felt a syringe injecting a fluid directly into his blood stream. A strangled moan escaped his lips as, he began to sway, his eyes shutting. His brain became weighed down by the drugs in his system as, he fought to control his balance.
The lavender haired teen groaned at his blurry surroundings, wincing as he felt hot breath on his face that reeked of alcohol. Calloused hands crept up his shirt and swept over his bare skin, making it crawl with disgust. Trunks winced shutting his eyes as, he made a desperate attempt to block out the feeling that spiders were crawling up his spine a bad feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
"Youu look awwwfuuulleee purdee..." a voice slurred hiccupping, a shiver making its way through Trunks' body. "W-Who are you?!" he questioned, his voice wavering. Trunks' attempt to keep himself together was failing rapidly, his strength slowly depleting. If he was going to do something, he knew he had to act quickly.
"Yep, Yep, you're veeerreee prudeee..." the voice slurred again Trunks' eyes widening with realization. It was one of those moments where, an epiphany had just given him a harsh slap across the face. "Her-Hercule!?" he half croaked, half gasped, his throat suddenly feeling dry, and raspy.
"Purdee, Purdee, Purdeeeeee...dee dum dee dum..." He hiccupped laughing hysterically at himself. His victim groaned swallowing, in an attempt to keep his throat from feeling like dry leather. "Let go...please..." Trunks whispered in a desperate attempt, trying to escape his brain dead captor. His voice was bordering on begging but, Trunks did not beg and refused to sink that low.
Hercule scowled lightly wondering what was taking the drug so long as he knocked Trunks across the back of the head, watching him fall limp in his arms. A soft chuckle resonating through the streets, shifting his bundle in his arms he carried on down the road very pleased with himself. The empty alleyways began to spin and cave in on him as he stumbled blindly down the sidewalk, having long since forgotten where he was going or why.
A scuttling sound followed by a crash and a hiss could be heard as a cat raced past Hercule, appearing as no more than a blur to the confused man. "Who's there?!" he demanded in his pompous voice, a mew being his only answer. Hercule's brain now clouded over by who knows how many drugs began to play tricks on him. Color's played across his visage, goblins danced out of the shadows, lobsters flew overhead.
"The snowmen are invading..." whispered the cat as Hercule gulped dropping Trunks as he began to slowly inch away. "The snowmen?!" he questioned gulping yet again as he continued his slow retreat which, soon became a walk, that turned into a jog, followed by running, and then sprinting. "THESNOWMENARECOMING!!!! THESNOWMENARECOMING!!!!!!!!" Hercule screeched as people on the street stopped to give him strange glances.
A group of thugs watched from the shadows, the leader raising a brow, a grin spreading across his lips as he stepped out from his hiding place, his eyes settling on the man before him. Trunks' hair was now a ruffled mess, the moonlight hitting the lavender locks giving him an almost angelic appearance. "Hmm..." the leader mumbled grinning as he bent down next to Trunks, reaching into his jacket pocket pulling out his wallet. Flipping through it he took out what he saw fit including all his pictures, and his money, before attempting to pull out of business card.
"Shit the thing is stuck on the zipper..." he growled yanking it all of it coming out, except for his name, and the name of the club. "Tch...oh well...just need to know the address of his business so I can rob him blind...don't need his name or the name of the place..." he mumbled zipping it back up putting it back in his pocket.
"At any rate...it appears as though we have a fallen angel here boys...What should we do with him?" he asked looking at the others with a wide smirk, receiving grins in response he brought his foot crashing down into Trunks' chest like a lead weight. "Out like a light...no matter...I know many ways to have fun with pretty boys," he laughed.
"You know what Gohan? I think I'm just done with love..." muttered a very depressed Goten his body slumped forward in the passenger's seat. "Ahh c'mon bro...it's not that bad...Paris was a complete bitch, but you'll find someone- Oh for crying out loud!" he growled as Hercule pranced in front of his car, causing him to brake suddenly. "I'm a ballerina!" he laughed doing a flip. Gohan coughed and blinked scratching his head before looking over at Goten. "This is why you shouldn't do drugs Goten," he stated as Goten growled.
"I think I'll walk home..." he growled getting out of the car slamming his door. "Hey, wait a minute! Your apartment is ten blocks awa-"he started as Goten cut him off. "I don't care! All you have to say is the obvious: don't do drugs and Paris was a bitch! I refuse to just sit here and take lame ass lectures from you! I don't want a pity party Gohan!" he shouted stomping off as Gohan sighed.
"Fucking Gohan and his damn-"Goten started as Hercule danced around him, causing him to growl as he threw him out of the way, watching him bounce off of a wall. The man blinked coughing as Hercule began to laugh hysterically saying he was the unstoppable rubber ball. Clearing his throat, Goten wisely chose to walk away rubbing his temples. "How could you Paris..." he whispered a single crystal tear rolling down his cheek, the clear substance sparkling in the moonlight. "I loved you..." he growled clenching a fist blinking, his head snapping up when he heard a commotion coming from a nearby alleyway.
"What now..." he mumbled dragging his feet, his curiosity not allowing him to travel on until he checked the noise out. "Yeah, that's it..." one of the men laughed throwing Trunks' motionless body against the wall, laughing as some blood trickled down his forehead. Goten's eyes widened before immediately narrowing into enraged slits. "You bastards!" he growled charging forward punching the first man he came to across the face. "Why you litt-"one started with a growl as the dark haired man kicked him in the chest, doing a spin kicking yet another in the head without putting his foot down.
A grin spread across Goten's lips as he dodged a punch, catching the next one, kneeing the man in the stomach before elbowing him in the back promptly kicking his arms out from under him when he went to catch himself. He was alive for the first time in months, alive with the need to protect this stranger, alive from the thrill of the fight, he had needed this and he was enjoying every second of it. The leader's eyes narrowed as he straightened, watching Goten make quick work of his men before he grinned lightly stroking his cheek. "Let's get out of here...he's not worth our time..." he mumbled turning to leave as Goten growled clenching his fist. "You're not going anywhere!" he said rushing forward.
The gang's leader gave a bored look walking into traffic, disappearing behind a moving car. Goten's jaw dropped allowing the others to run off as he scowled. "How...how did he do that?!" he hissed growling lightly. "Damn..." he mumbled, glancing over at the angel as he began to stir. In a flash Goten was by his side, scooping the boy up into his arms cradling him to his chest. A small bit of happiness surged through him as he gazed down at the man before making his way back to his apartment.
Once there, he lay the motionless figure down on his couch going to make a cup of coffee as he watched the man begin to stir. Goten chuckled lightly grinning as Trunks hissed and cursed trying to sit up, before crying out. "Hey, now...take it easy there..." Goten mumbled frowning as Trunks' eyes widened. "Who are you?! Where am I?!" he questioned. "Goten Son...There were some thugs beating you up so...I came to your rescue..." he stated as Trunks grunted nodding his head throbbing.
"It looks as though you took quite a blow to the head..." Goten said going to examine it as Trunks groaned. "Yeah...hey Goten?" he mumbled as Goten looked at him questioningly. "Yeah?" he asked. "I suppose since you saved me you...wouldn't happen to know my name would you?" he questioned the boy paling considerably. "Wha-What did you say?!" he choked as Trunks sighed. "Never mind...forget I asked..." he muttered as Goten gulped. "You have no idea who you are do you?!" he groaned as Trunks shook his head.
Goten sighed rubbing his temples picking up Trunks' jacket before fishing through it. "Ah here we go..." he mumbled pulling out a business card, growling when he saw that it was ripped in two. "Damn...doesn't even have his whole name..." he growled sighing. "Well, Trunks...I don't suppose you know what 'All Night Stars' is do you?" he sighed heavily as Trunks shook his head. Goten groaned dropping the wallet looking at Trunks before sighing heavily.
"In that case, welcome to my apartment Trunks, it looks as though it's going to be yours for a while..." Goten stated his eyes traveling up Trunks' body. He didn't know whether to be upset...or the happiest man on earth.
TBC...
Who is this mystery man that leads a gang and what are his plans? Will Hercule ever defeat the evil snowmen? Will Trunks ever get his memory back? Will Goten fall in love? -=grabs you by the shoulders shaking you=- Will Goten be able to control his hormones?! TELL ME DAMN IT!...oh wait all that's up to Sev. TT; Oh, well...I leave the future of this fic in her capable hands! -=salutes=- Rae out!