Scars - Chapter 26
Mirai Trunks decided to take a warm shower before he went to see Gohan. He felt his heart fluttering, not because he was excited, or worried, in fact he didn't know why. This was something he'd never really experienced, the feeling of hope, excitement... maybe even joy at the prospect of going and picking out things for himself that wouldn't get blown up by evil earth stomping androids from hell. Or thereabouts.
Trunks marched up the stairs, grinning helplessly because he felt so energized from spending the last few days in this time. He came to his bedroom, the one that he was quickly coming to think of as his, and nobody else's. It was a great feeling to think like that. To know that nobody was going to blow it up, to know that he wasn't going to have to throw things out because he'd bled all over them and destroyed them. Trunks leaned his forehead against the doorframe and took a deep breath, opening a palm and touching the wall beside the door, simply trying to take in all of his luck at surviving through his life and ending up in what was starting to seem like paradise.
Trunks opened the door and closed it behind himself.
"HEY! You said you wouldn't come in here!" Trunks heard his younger self's startled and betrayed tone as the boy came out of his bathroom, toweling off his hair, another towel wrapped around him. He glared at his older self, obviously feeling like he'd been lied to.
"I'm sorry Trunks, I forgot you were in here... would you like me to leave?"
Ten-year-old Trunks shook his head, snorting and throwing his hands up as he muttered to himself, stalking past his elder self. "Is there any breakfast left?" He asked, glowering at Mirai Trunks.
'I hope he's alright, maybe he's feeling upset or something cause of earlier... I wonder if he figured it out?' Trunks blinked quizzically at his double, who was giving him the same look, only a grumpier version of it. "There should be, unless Goku and Father ate all of it. I.. uhh...did everything go alright?"
Trunks stared up at his counterpart, looking at the man like he was stupid. "Like I'm telling you! Don't forget me next time... and knock or something." Trunks turned his little nose up into the air and stalked out of the room, his cheeks burning with embarrassment the moment he finished speaking, though he managed to hide it from the other him until the door was shut behind him.
This left Mirai Trunks standing in his room alone, blinking at the closed door and looking confused. He shrugged, figuring that Trunks was probably pretty scared or embarrassed or something, and began to undress himself. He made his way into the bathroom, which was warm and damp from his double's recent shower.
Trunks blinked at himself in the large mirror that hung over the whole wall above the counter and sink. He blinked at his bare chest, rubbing between his pectorals with one open palm and wondering to himself if there was something he could do to get rid of the awful scarring that covered him. He removed his socks and boxers, looking away from his awful image in the mirror, and turning the water on nice and hot. He relaxed once he was in the shower, lathering himself up and feeling that giddiness again, simply from the small pleasure of being able to take a long hot shower and not worry about anything but remembering to wash behind his ears.
Trunks turned off the water when he was finished, breathing in slowly through his nose to take in the delicious and fragrant scent of the body wash he'd discovered in the shower. He stepped out of the stall and toweled himself dry, using a small rise of his own energy to completely evaporate any water that remained on his skin. He exited the steamy room and put his only clothes back on, feeling like his shower was ruined because he was changing back into dirty clothes. Like he'd never had to do that before, though. There was really no sense in worrying about it. Trunks tied the laces on his yellow boots and made sure he had the money his mother had given him. When he deemed himself presentable, the lavender-haired young man left his bedroom, closing the door over behind him. He exited the house, walking through the kitchen and living room and leaving through the back door. He noted that his father and Goku were no longer at the table, nor were they in the gravity chamber. A short search proved them to be quite far away. He assumed they'd be battling it out at any moment.
Trunks leapt into the air and made his way towards Gohan's energy, his heart thumping heavily in his chest, not from effort or exertion, but, again, from excitement. That sense that none of what was happening was actually real slid through him, and made it easier to smile as the wind whipped at his awfully short hair and made it stick up of its own accord.
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Goten ran away from Gohan, who was apparently getting a little ticked. Ok, make that a lot ticked. Gohan had been trying to get Goten to wear dumb looking and uncomfortable clothes on their trip to the mall, and Goten wanted to wear his training gi.
"Its in case I have to save the world while we're shopping Gohan! I can't look like a dork while I'm doing it.... Trunks'll laugh at me!"
"Goten, we aren't going to see that Trunks at the mall today, and if the world needs saving, Mirai Trunks and I can take care of it, and you can help. But you don't have to look cool to save the world! Remember, Great Saiyaman's costume was cool, but everyone else thought it was silly looking. Just goes to show you that everyone has different opinions, maybe Trunks thinks your gi looks silly when you could fight in your nice pants that Mom made for you.... C'mon squirt, just get dressed!"
Gohan dove and caught his little brother, who twisted around in his arms and accidentally elbowed Gohan in the nose before he escaped and ran out of the room. Gohan bit his tongue from the surprise impact and pain, and he swore loudly, touching his hand to his nose and recognizing the sudden scent of blood on his fingers. His nose was bleeding now, and his tongue as well since he'd bitten it. Gohan sighed in exasperation and ran out of the room after Goten, not willing to waste anymore time on something as futile as trying to convince the boy not to wear his gi. Goku never took his gi off, and lately Goten had been imitating the man vary closely.
Thinking about the situation from that angle made Gohan ever more frustrated, and he rounded the door to the kitchen, in attempt to gain some speed and be quick enough to catch Goten before he hid under the table. Instead, Gohan ran head-on into Mirai Trunks chest, mashing blood into Trunks' black tank top, and losing his balance as he smashed to the floor in an ungraceful heap. Goten giggled and ran out of the room, disappearing again.
Gohan just laid where he was for a minute, glaring after the image of his little brother. He looked up when Mirai Trunks crouched down beside him and balanced himself with a hand on Gohan's shoulder.
"Are you ok, Gohan?" Trunks asked, noting the blood.
"Oh I'm just great. Its Goten who's in trouble.... 'cause I'm gonna blast him!" Gohan said as he climbed to his feet. It was impossible to tell if he was serious, or joking around. He ducked past Trunks, leaving him standing there with a dumb look on his face.
Gohan ran out of the kitchen and chased Goten around the living room table three consecutive times before Goten lost his footing and tripped on the leg of the table, crashing gracelessly onto his face on the floor.
Goten's black eyes enlarged with realization and he tried in vain to scramble to his feet and escape, but Gohan was upon him in a flash, pinning him down and forcing the change of attire upon him with shameless strength and lightning quickness. He took Goten's gi and held it out of reach.
"There! Goten you're misbehaving already, how am I supposed to trust you at the mall?"
Goten grinned "you could bribe me...."
"What!? GOTEN!!! Have you been taking lessons from Trunks and Vegeta!? NO I will NOT bribe you! Now come on, you should be much more polite, and co- operative. Or I'll tell mom to ground you from seeing Trunks, and she'll do it, too."
Goten's eyes filled with fear and he stood up obediently, shaking his head and hopping for effect "No, no , NO! I gotta see Trunks, we've got PLANS!!!"
Gohan folded his arms. "Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you tried to escape, squirt. Don't worry about it now, you've got to meet a different Trunks. You know the person you ran past in the kitchen? He's Mirai Trunks. He comes from the future timeline. When I was about your age, Trunks came to help fight Cell. Before that, he brought medicine for Dad so he wouldn't die of a heart virus that killed him in Mirai Trunks' time. You be respectful!"
Goten blinked with innocence and nodded solemnly, a mischievous gleam coming into his eyes. Goten darted through Gohan's legs, into the kitchen. He pulled to a stop when he realized that the man standing in the doorway did indeed smell, look, and feel very much like his friend Trunks. He stared in silence, his mouth falling slightly open. With his extra sense, Goten poked at Mirai Trunks' energies and emotions, picking up nervousness and curiosity. This guy even felt and thought things in the same way as the real Trunks! Wow! Goten broke into a smile and bowed like his mother and Gohan had taught him to do when meeting someone new.
"I'm Goten....uhh.... Wow you're lots like the real Trunks... doesn't it feel funny to be so big when you're supposed to be eleven and stuff? Are you strong? Can Gohan beat you up? Hey, he said I could go with you guys today, cool huh? Can we bring the real Trunks too? Please? We'll be good, me 'an Trunks never get in trouble!"
Mirai Trunks blinked in an overwhelmed manner, staring at the boy whom he'd never before met, but was sure he knew somehow. His eyes squinted in great curiosity. It was obvious that Goten looked unmistakably identical to Goku, but it wasn't that. Trunks was a little too shocked to say anything, so he cast a helpless glance to Gohan, who grinned and put a hand on Goten's shoulder.
"Not so many questions Goten.... You've got the whole day to talk to Trunks. Lets get going, we don't wanna miss out on the best breakfast!"
Goten sighed internally at Gohan's utter innocence, but a frown crawled onto his face as he sensed his brother was purposely leading him to behave and comply. He crossed his arms. "Gohan can't the real Trunks come?"
Gohan paused in what he was about to say and swept his eyes over Goten. "Squirt, the real Trunks is the same person as Mirai Trunks. They're both Trunks. And you know our Trunks hates shopping, Goten."
Goten uncrossed his arms, shaking his head, a serious look coming into his young face, as he felt his information held great importance, and he only wanted to do the right thing. Of course sometimes his conscience and what his best friend told him to do got tangled up with one another, and Goten found that he tended to blurt out things that Trunks had specifically told him not to tell anyone. It was happening right now, as he was saying it, he realized that he wasn't supposed to.
"Gohan, that isn't true! Every time that Trunks' Mom takes him shopping for stuff he has to tell me all about it, he likes it lots but he says nobody's supposed to know cause shopping is for girls and its not cool and his dad would make fun of him for it and that would suck. Uhm.... But we should make him come with us so he can have fun too!"
Goten's eyes widened and he slapped both hands over his mouth, turning red and running quickly out of the room, that ultra-serious look on his face still.
Gohan stared after his little brother with a confused look on his face, then he refocused on Mirai Trunks.
"Eh.... Mom needed a bit of a break from Goten. Hope that's ok."
Mirai Trunks nodded slowly, still letting his gaze trail after Goten, though the little half saiyajin was long gone. "I... feel like I know him from somewhere Gohan..." Trunks confessed, looking at the dark-eyed man quietly.
"Well, Goten never existed in your time, so that isn't exactly possible. But I guess it probably means you'll get along well with him. That's good, you could watch him and the younger you to keep them out of trouble sometimes. Then I wouldn't have to do it by myself all the time. Videl helps me sometimes too.... Actually they listen better to her than to me, probably cause they can't beat up on her since they'd get in real trouble. Plus they like her better. Eh... what can I say, she'd probably make a great saiyajin in some other universe." Gohan smiled, his eyes faraway. Trunks nodded slowly, not saying anything. He turned around and got himself a glass of water from the kitchen tap. He tried to keep his thoughts positive, tried to maintain a friendly outlook towards the human woman who was provoking his most unfriendly qualities with little effort. He'd only met her one time, and he felt like he never wanted to see her again unless it was while Gohan was telling her they couldn't be friends anymore. He reprimanded himself for his unfriendly thoughts and proceeded to put his glass in the sink, turning around and heading after Gohan and Goten. The youngest half-saiyajin was flying towards West City, and Gohan jumped into the air after him.
"Hey! I never said Trunks could come... you guys will get into a lot of trouble Goten!! Hey Trunks, come on!" Goten shouted back at the ground, where Mirai Trunks was blinking in bewilderment. Gohan was very different when he had a little brother to look after. Trunks hopped into the sky and followed the parade back to CC. He was beginning to think that coming all the way out here in the mountains had been a ridiculous idea to begin with, when he was just going to fly back home again before he even caught his breath.
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Goten was standing outside of Trunks' doorway, knocking and calling loud and long for his friend to come out.
"Truuuunks!" *knock knock knock* "Come out.... We gotta go shopping today and it'll be boring if you don't come with meeee!!"
"Go away Goten, I don't wanna go to the stupid mall today! I've got important stuff to do!"
Goten pouted and turned around, seeing Gohan and Mirai Trunks. "Well that problem's solved, stupid Trunks doesn't wanna come anyway. I don't wanna go either....can I stay here with Trunks? Please? Dad and Vegeta are here.... And Bulma too. Please can I stay?"
Gohan nodded, shrugging. "I guess so, as long as you make sure not to get in trouble in Bulma's labs like last weekend.... You guys broke a lot of stuff with that game of blast and tackle. Whatever possessed you to do that...well you have better learned your lesson Goten."
"Oh I have big brother... honest! You wanna go to the mall with Trunks anyway.... I know you didn't want me to go, so this works out better for both of us!"
Gohan didn't have anything else to say. He left his brother in the hall, heading off to tell Bulma that Goten was going to spend the morning at CC. He would have informed Vegeta and Goku, but he wanted to avoid all possible contact with the Great Hero of the Earth until something forced them together.
Mirai Trunks decided to take a warm shower before he went to see Gohan. He felt his heart fluttering, not because he was excited, or worried, in fact he didn't know why. This was something he'd never really experienced, the feeling of hope, excitement... maybe even joy at the prospect of going and picking out things for himself that wouldn't get blown up by evil earth stomping androids from hell. Or thereabouts.
Trunks marched up the stairs, grinning helplessly because he felt so energized from spending the last few days in this time. He came to his bedroom, the one that he was quickly coming to think of as his, and nobody else's. It was a great feeling to think like that. To know that nobody was going to blow it up, to know that he wasn't going to have to throw things out because he'd bled all over them and destroyed them. Trunks leaned his forehead against the doorframe and took a deep breath, opening a palm and touching the wall beside the door, simply trying to take in all of his luck at surviving through his life and ending up in what was starting to seem like paradise.
Trunks opened the door and closed it behind himself.
"HEY! You said you wouldn't come in here!" Trunks heard his younger self's startled and betrayed tone as the boy came out of his bathroom, toweling off his hair, another towel wrapped around him. He glared at his older self, obviously feeling like he'd been lied to.
"I'm sorry Trunks, I forgot you were in here... would you like me to leave?"
Ten-year-old Trunks shook his head, snorting and throwing his hands up as he muttered to himself, stalking past his elder self. "Is there any breakfast left?" He asked, glowering at Mirai Trunks.
'I hope he's alright, maybe he's feeling upset or something cause of earlier... I wonder if he figured it out?' Trunks blinked quizzically at his double, who was giving him the same look, only a grumpier version of it. "There should be, unless Goku and Father ate all of it. I.. uhh...did everything go alright?"
Trunks stared up at his counterpart, looking at the man like he was stupid. "Like I'm telling you! Don't forget me next time... and knock or something." Trunks turned his little nose up into the air and stalked out of the room, his cheeks burning with embarrassment the moment he finished speaking, though he managed to hide it from the other him until the door was shut behind him.
This left Mirai Trunks standing in his room alone, blinking at the closed door and looking confused. He shrugged, figuring that Trunks was probably pretty scared or embarrassed or something, and began to undress himself. He made his way into the bathroom, which was warm and damp from his double's recent shower.
Trunks blinked at himself in the large mirror that hung over the whole wall above the counter and sink. He blinked at his bare chest, rubbing between his pectorals with one open palm and wondering to himself if there was something he could do to get rid of the awful scarring that covered him. He removed his socks and boxers, looking away from his awful image in the mirror, and turning the water on nice and hot. He relaxed once he was in the shower, lathering himself up and feeling that giddiness again, simply from the small pleasure of being able to take a long hot shower and not worry about anything but remembering to wash behind his ears.
Trunks turned off the water when he was finished, breathing in slowly through his nose to take in the delicious and fragrant scent of the body wash he'd discovered in the shower. He stepped out of the stall and toweled himself dry, using a small rise of his own energy to completely evaporate any water that remained on his skin. He exited the steamy room and put his only clothes back on, feeling like his shower was ruined because he was changing back into dirty clothes. Like he'd never had to do that before, though. There was really no sense in worrying about it. Trunks tied the laces on his yellow boots and made sure he had the money his mother had given him. When he deemed himself presentable, the lavender-haired young man left his bedroom, closing the door over behind him. He exited the house, walking through the kitchen and living room and leaving through the back door. He noted that his father and Goku were no longer at the table, nor were they in the gravity chamber. A short search proved them to be quite far away. He assumed they'd be battling it out at any moment.
Trunks leapt into the air and made his way towards Gohan's energy, his heart thumping heavily in his chest, not from effort or exertion, but, again, from excitement. That sense that none of what was happening was actually real slid through him, and made it easier to smile as the wind whipped at his awfully short hair and made it stick up of its own accord.
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Goten ran away from Gohan, who was apparently getting a little ticked. Ok, make that a lot ticked. Gohan had been trying to get Goten to wear dumb looking and uncomfortable clothes on their trip to the mall, and Goten wanted to wear his training gi.
"Its in case I have to save the world while we're shopping Gohan! I can't look like a dork while I'm doing it.... Trunks'll laugh at me!"
"Goten, we aren't going to see that Trunks at the mall today, and if the world needs saving, Mirai Trunks and I can take care of it, and you can help. But you don't have to look cool to save the world! Remember, Great Saiyaman's costume was cool, but everyone else thought it was silly looking. Just goes to show you that everyone has different opinions, maybe Trunks thinks your gi looks silly when you could fight in your nice pants that Mom made for you.... C'mon squirt, just get dressed!"
Gohan dove and caught his little brother, who twisted around in his arms and accidentally elbowed Gohan in the nose before he escaped and ran out of the room. Gohan bit his tongue from the surprise impact and pain, and he swore loudly, touching his hand to his nose and recognizing the sudden scent of blood on his fingers. His nose was bleeding now, and his tongue as well since he'd bitten it. Gohan sighed in exasperation and ran out of the room after Goten, not willing to waste anymore time on something as futile as trying to convince the boy not to wear his gi. Goku never took his gi off, and lately Goten had been imitating the man vary closely.
Thinking about the situation from that angle made Gohan ever more frustrated, and he rounded the door to the kitchen, in attempt to gain some speed and be quick enough to catch Goten before he hid under the table. Instead, Gohan ran head-on into Mirai Trunks chest, mashing blood into Trunks' black tank top, and losing his balance as he smashed to the floor in an ungraceful heap. Goten giggled and ran out of the room, disappearing again.
Gohan just laid where he was for a minute, glaring after the image of his little brother. He looked up when Mirai Trunks crouched down beside him and balanced himself with a hand on Gohan's shoulder.
"Are you ok, Gohan?" Trunks asked, noting the blood.
"Oh I'm just great. Its Goten who's in trouble.... 'cause I'm gonna blast him!" Gohan said as he climbed to his feet. It was impossible to tell if he was serious, or joking around. He ducked past Trunks, leaving him standing there with a dumb look on his face.
Gohan ran out of the kitchen and chased Goten around the living room table three consecutive times before Goten lost his footing and tripped on the leg of the table, crashing gracelessly onto his face on the floor.
Goten's black eyes enlarged with realization and he tried in vain to scramble to his feet and escape, but Gohan was upon him in a flash, pinning him down and forcing the change of attire upon him with shameless strength and lightning quickness. He took Goten's gi and held it out of reach.
"There! Goten you're misbehaving already, how am I supposed to trust you at the mall?"
Goten grinned "you could bribe me...."
"What!? GOTEN!!! Have you been taking lessons from Trunks and Vegeta!? NO I will NOT bribe you! Now come on, you should be much more polite, and co- operative. Or I'll tell mom to ground you from seeing Trunks, and she'll do it, too."
Goten's eyes filled with fear and he stood up obediently, shaking his head and hopping for effect "No, no , NO! I gotta see Trunks, we've got PLANS!!!"
Gohan folded his arms. "Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you tried to escape, squirt. Don't worry about it now, you've got to meet a different Trunks. You know the person you ran past in the kitchen? He's Mirai Trunks. He comes from the future timeline. When I was about your age, Trunks came to help fight Cell. Before that, he brought medicine for Dad so he wouldn't die of a heart virus that killed him in Mirai Trunks' time. You be respectful!"
Goten blinked with innocence and nodded solemnly, a mischievous gleam coming into his eyes. Goten darted through Gohan's legs, into the kitchen. He pulled to a stop when he realized that the man standing in the doorway did indeed smell, look, and feel very much like his friend Trunks. He stared in silence, his mouth falling slightly open. With his extra sense, Goten poked at Mirai Trunks' energies and emotions, picking up nervousness and curiosity. This guy even felt and thought things in the same way as the real Trunks! Wow! Goten broke into a smile and bowed like his mother and Gohan had taught him to do when meeting someone new.
"I'm Goten....uhh.... Wow you're lots like the real Trunks... doesn't it feel funny to be so big when you're supposed to be eleven and stuff? Are you strong? Can Gohan beat you up? Hey, he said I could go with you guys today, cool huh? Can we bring the real Trunks too? Please? We'll be good, me 'an Trunks never get in trouble!"
Mirai Trunks blinked in an overwhelmed manner, staring at the boy whom he'd never before met, but was sure he knew somehow. His eyes squinted in great curiosity. It was obvious that Goten looked unmistakably identical to Goku, but it wasn't that. Trunks was a little too shocked to say anything, so he cast a helpless glance to Gohan, who grinned and put a hand on Goten's shoulder.
"Not so many questions Goten.... You've got the whole day to talk to Trunks. Lets get going, we don't wanna miss out on the best breakfast!"
Goten sighed internally at Gohan's utter innocence, but a frown crawled onto his face as he sensed his brother was purposely leading him to behave and comply. He crossed his arms. "Gohan can't the real Trunks come?"
Gohan paused in what he was about to say and swept his eyes over Goten. "Squirt, the real Trunks is the same person as Mirai Trunks. They're both Trunks. And you know our Trunks hates shopping, Goten."
Goten uncrossed his arms, shaking his head, a serious look coming into his young face, as he felt his information held great importance, and he only wanted to do the right thing. Of course sometimes his conscience and what his best friend told him to do got tangled up with one another, and Goten found that he tended to blurt out things that Trunks had specifically told him not to tell anyone. It was happening right now, as he was saying it, he realized that he wasn't supposed to.
"Gohan, that isn't true! Every time that Trunks' Mom takes him shopping for stuff he has to tell me all about it, he likes it lots but he says nobody's supposed to know cause shopping is for girls and its not cool and his dad would make fun of him for it and that would suck. Uhm.... But we should make him come with us so he can have fun too!"
Goten's eyes widened and he slapped both hands over his mouth, turning red and running quickly out of the room, that ultra-serious look on his face still.
Gohan stared after his little brother with a confused look on his face, then he refocused on Mirai Trunks.
"Eh.... Mom needed a bit of a break from Goten. Hope that's ok."
Mirai Trunks nodded slowly, still letting his gaze trail after Goten, though the little half saiyajin was long gone. "I... feel like I know him from somewhere Gohan..." Trunks confessed, looking at the dark-eyed man quietly.
"Well, Goten never existed in your time, so that isn't exactly possible. But I guess it probably means you'll get along well with him. That's good, you could watch him and the younger you to keep them out of trouble sometimes. Then I wouldn't have to do it by myself all the time. Videl helps me sometimes too.... Actually they listen better to her than to me, probably cause they can't beat up on her since they'd get in real trouble. Plus they like her better. Eh... what can I say, she'd probably make a great saiyajin in some other universe." Gohan smiled, his eyes faraway. Trunks nodded slowly, not saying anything. He turned around and got himself a glass of water from the kitchen tap. He tried to keep his thoughts positive, tried to maintain a friendly outlook towards the human woman who was provoking his most unfriendly qualities with little effort. He'd only met her one time, and he felt like he never wanted to see her again unless it was while Gohan was telling her they couldn't be friends anymore. He reprimanded himself for his unfriendly thoughts and proceeded to put his glass in the sink, turning around and heading after Gohan and Goten. The youngest half-saiyajin was flying towards West City, and Gohan jumped into the air after him.
"Hey! I never said Trunks could come... you guys will get into a lot of trouble Goten!! Hey Trunks, come on!" Goten shouted back at the ground, where Mirai Trunks was blinking in bewilderment. Gohan was very different when he had a little brother to look after. Trunks hopped into the sky and followed the parade back to CC. He was beginning to think that coming all the way out here in the mountains had been a ridiculous idea to begin with, when he was just going to fly back home again before he even caught his breath.
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Goten was standing outside of Trunks' doorway, knocking and calling loud and long for his friend to come out.
"Truuuunks!" *knock knock knock* "Come out.... We gotta go shopping today and it'll be boring if you don't come with meeee!!"
"Go away Goten, I don't wanna go to the stupid mall today! I've got important stuff to do!"
Goten pouted and turned around, seeing Gohan and Mirai Trunks. "Well that problem's solved, stupid Trunks doesn't wanna come anyway. I don't wanna go either....can I stay here with Trunks? Please? Dad and Vegeta are here.... And Bulma too. Please can I stay?"
Gohan nodded, shrugging. "I guess so, as long as you make sure not to get in trouble in Bulma's labs like last weekend.... You guys broke a lot of stuff with that game of blast and tackle. Whatever possessed you to do that...well you have better learned your lesson Goten."
"Oh I have big brother... honest! You wanna go to the mall with Trunks anyway.... I know you didn't want me to go, so this works out better for both of us!"
Gohan didn't have anything else to say. He left his brother in the hall, heading off to tell Bulma that Goten was going to spend the morning at CC. He would have informed Vegeta and Goku, but he wanted to avoid all possible contact with the Great Hero of the Earth until something forced them together.