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A Father Son Halloween
Chapter Two: Grail Found
By Trinity-33
Summary: When last we left our two adventurers, they had stumbled upon the vast lair of the Army of Salvation. On this mythical quest they were to retrieve 1 (one) Vegeta outfit (pink shirt, iron-on letters, khaki pants), and 1 (one) Trunks outfit (black muscle tee, black/blue baggy pants, short denim jacket, and purple hair spray). What dangers await our heroines on their quest? Find out in Chapter Two!
() () Josie () ()
Okay, so we parked my old Honda in the Sal. Arm. Lot, and penetrated its sliding glass gates. A huge banner 'cross the doorway greeted us, "EVERYTHING HALF PRICE!"
My partner in crime quickly smiled at me and scurried off through the depths of furniture forests and clothing coves. Seas of red and yellow, green and blue harbored in the store. We flew immediately to the men's section: t-shirts-pink. Luckily for us, the entire store was color-coded.
We passed a sheer cliff of old televisions, most on and displaying some cartoon or another. Among the ones I noticed were Pokemon and YuGiOh, but of course, Animation Expert Trinity had her own take…
"Pokemon: Advanced--bottom right, Generic Preschooler Cartoon/Anime-Knock-Off--bottom middle, top right is off, YuGiOh: Pegasus vs. Kaiba--top middle, and some other crappy fake anime on the other two…Teen Titans and something else."
Leaving her to mentally defame "fake anime" I continued ahead and got the men's section. Trinity was soon to follow, and now we headed to the ingeniously colored coded Men's section.
"What is the perfect Vegeta shirt?" La Trinity pondered, searching the surprising long aisle of pink.
I was busy with my own quandaries. Did I really want to buy a used muscle tee, and more importantly where in hell was I going to find Trunks's impossibly short jacket?
My mind wandered as I combed the never-ending ocean of blue jeans. I was still quite disappointed that my parents weren't going to let me dye my hair purple for this. I mean, Trin and I had planned this since sophomore year. That's why I was growing out my hair--so it would be long enough for Mirai Trunks…But no-o. It would look unprofessional to have my college interview with purple hair! But I guess they did have a point…How would the college rep react? Would he even hear my clarinet, or would he be staring at my oddly-colored hair? And I'd definitely fell self-conscious about my hair and would probably screw up…Then I wouldn't get into Pitt State, I won't ever get into college, and my parents would disown me, and…okay…maybe I was overreacting. BUT, I had decided. Sorry, Trinity, no purple hair for me.
The second my train of thought ended, my hands stopped sorting through hangers, and rested on a pair of baggy, non-denim pants. My heart leaped. These were exactly like MC Hammer pants! Only not as big…and blackish-blue…
"Hey Trinity! C'mere!" I shouted, looking up only briefly to see her rummaging through a row of turquoise shirts.
She came over and I showed her my find.
"Wow," she said. "They're perfect! Try 'em on real quick."
Taking note that she was actually serious about trying the pants on--in front of all these people!!!-- I took a quick look around to make sure no one was looking, and then proceeding to pulling the non-jeans over my real-jeans. The result:
THE PANTS WERE HUGE!
Trinity stifled a laugh and commented on my invariable "Trunks-ness". I asked her for her opinion, "Do you really think these are Trunks?" As if Trunks were some ritzy name brand, and the two of us were discussing the genuineness of a pair of knock-offs.
My friend, the Trin, nodded, "Those'll work no matter what their size. Remember, he has that bright safety orange belt, and bright safety orange boots to hold them up."
"Yeah, but I'm not going to go buy safety orange boots, when I can just wear my orange Chucks."
"Truth," Trinity nodded confidently.
Well, pants down (ah! My panties are showing--nah, I'm kidding), all I had to worry about was the jacket…
BUH, BUH, BUH!!!
() () Trinity () ()
Well, Josie Cat had found her pants. They really did look good on her….not like that…I mean that they're Trunks-ish. Well, not matter. I still needed to find my Vegeta. It was harder than I thought. There were quite a few pink shirts. I didn't think older men really wore pink. Or maybe that was why so many of them were in a Salvation Army Store…
That is, until I came to…
"Hey Jos, C'mere." Now was my moment to shine.
I pulled a large pink on pink pinstripe collared shirt from the rack. Josie shared in my smile when we both commented on the shirt's screaming Vegeta qualities.
VEH-GEE-TAH!!
I ran over to the khaki-colored pants section. Very excited now that my own costume was coming together. Scanning the pairs of jeans, big and small, sunshine yellow to burnt mustard, looking for the Vegeta pair of pants.
"Too yellow…too short…too wide…"
Over and over I seemed to mumble excuses. None of the pants were that great…
"How about that one?" Josie asked, pointing to a pair.
"Naw…it's too…yellow."
"Man, you are picky!!!"
"Well, I just wanna look as much like my baby's daddy as possible," I responded with a laugh.
"Wait," started Ms. Diaz, "If you're Vegeta's daughter and you're my father, then aren't you your own baby's daddy?"
I rolled my eyes, and Josie let out a high cackle.
After flicking though several more pairs of khakis, I decided on a pair that was not as bright, not as yellow, pretty flared and feminine pair of pants.
"Are you sure those are guy jeans?" asked Josie, noticing the obvious flare.
"Whatever, I don't care anymore." I replied, flinging the pair over my arm with the shirt.
"Well, is that it?" Josie asked.
"Did you find a jacket?"
"Well, one that was pretty short, but it had a nasty-looking fur lining." she responded. "Plus, it was GAP and like thirty bucks."
"I see…"
But there was a problem.
"Uh…Josie?"
"Yeah?"
"How much money do you have on you?"
"Just the $20 I pulled before we got here. Why?"
"Well, I didn't think we were actually going to go anywhere, so I just took my keys and left my purse and my money in my car at your house."
"Ah, shit!"
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So, once fleeing home and retrieving the Golden Money Purse of Trinity, the duo returned to the Store of Legends, and bought the clothes of their baby's daddies. As the oracle foretold, all within its walls were only Half-price--the 'hanyou's of clothing. So, at the end of transactions, Trinity bought her Veggie Pants and Veggie Shirt for Six Quatloos (a currency used for gambling on some planet in Star Trek Universe), and Josie only Nine Quatloos for her zippered Trunks Jeans.
Next stop was the Wonderful World of Wal-Mart. Sprinting to the men's section, the two high school seniors scoured through undergarments--A-lined tees, muscle tees, briefs, and, yes, even G-strings. Flipping through the plastic, undie-filled packages, and laughing at the "sexy" models showing off their "package", the girls searched for the black tee they needed.
After a short search involving digging to the back of each of the five shelves, a pack of two, small, A-line, "wife-beater" tees, one of which was black.
"Finally!" a wearied Josie exclaimed. Then, with Trinity, moving on to the little boy's section in search of denim jackets.
But, alas! None could be found. Initial possibilities included toddler coats, expensive leather jackets, and a boy's light denim collared shirt. The adolescents thought a while on this last item's potential, but this would require trimming and hemming, something Josie and Trinity did not want to busy themselves with, no matter the ease of the task. So, many options though there were, none pandered to young Josie's particular tastes.
After much exasperation, Josie asked her tall, dark, and beautiful (A/N: not the humble one, am I?) companion her guidance, "Does Trunks really need his jacket?"
"Mmm…I guess not…It would be nice if such a jacket as Trunks's were to appear, but perhaps you will be fine without it."
Thinking positively, "Yeah! And plus, without it I'd get to show off my tight abs!". She stuck out her Buddha belly.
Trin rolled her eyes. As if Josie could talk about having a tummy. The one Trinity had been trying to lose came back twofold when she went to camp and ate Snickers Popables every day.
But enough about me, let's talk about you!
Seriously, the Wal-Mart escapade ended that day with Jos spending four more dollahs on her punk tees. One last stop spent at Hobby Lobby purchased the girls a set of iron-on letters for Trin-tran, and the team returned to their respective homes, to mutilate and assemble their outfits to reconvene on the most horrible of night, Halloween.
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Fast turns. Squealing brakes as a car moves down the dusk-torn road. Flickering lights, coruscating off of stop signs, signaling a turn into a quiet cul de sac. The cranberry-colored Dodge Stratus pulls into the steep driveway belonging to 742 Evergreen Terrace (A/N: as if I would reveal her real address!!!), a two-story stone chateau, made murky in the night.
With the cessation of the hum of the engine, and the disengaging of keys, headlights, and seatbelt, a strange man disembarks from the quieted vessel. Locking and throwing shut the door, the dark-haired man strolls confidently to the lanterned and holiday-decored porch and portal to this humble abode.
A slight push of the doorbell, and the two dogs of the person who within the house resides start running to the door. Within seconds, a tall, grayed, middle-aged man answers the door.
"Oh, hello there. Trick-or--wait. It's only Trinity. Come one in." To inside, called he, "Josie, Trinity's here!"
The man in pink crossed the threshold bombarded by the large and salivating pups.
"Hey, Tammy, Sidney! Did ya miss me?" cutely called the dark-haired man. He bent forward to pet the dogs while making his way inside. When done, he quickly wrapped up his loose, mid-back-length, curly, dark hair with a clip on top of his head. The action resulted in a bouquet of frizzled tresses on the top of his head, revealing the before hidden word across the back of his shirt: "BADMAN."
A blond head poked out of the back hall announcing, "Hey Father! So nice of you to join me! Come on into the bathroom; I'm just now spraying my hair."
Vegeta moved automatically through the foyer and living room, waving 'hi' to the parents reclining there before entering the back hall's bathroom.
There, before him stood a rather short male. His shoulder-length golden hair was tinted strangely--not quite the purple he so claimed to be wonting. (A/N: I just want to throw in that lately I've been reading a lot of Shakespeare and Milton, and so now have become accustomed to syntactical interruption, inversion, and the archaic verbs wont and want. Wont means to want, and want means to lack, for all those confused.) The young lad wore a black muscle tee, rather large for his small frame, and a pair of un-belted black pants, also several sizes too large.
"Well, this shit ain't working," spoke the blond, cursing the spray can in his hand. With unnoticed force, he flung the can aside, causing it to slam into the ceramic tile of the shower and, imbedded in the wall, remain there.
"Now son, calm yourself. We'll need that energy for tonight's frolic." advised the unusually taller father.
Trunks threw a questioning glance, "Did you honestly just say, 'frolic'?"
Faltering, Trinity emerged, "I guess Vegeta wouldn't really say that."
"Yeah." commented the One Who Was Trunks.
"Yes," Trinity demanded, "Vegeta would definitely not say that. If he were a fruit cake like you, then I'd have to reconsider, but…" she planed off.
"What's that supposed to mean? Do you intentionally try to hurt me, Father?" whimpered a sarcastic Josie.
Resuming her guise, Vegeta spoke, "Honestly, boy. What else would one think if they saw you sitting in the woods playing with squirrels?"
"Um…that…I loved nature?" answered Trunks.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "The question was rhetorical," he said, then adding, "…idiot."
Trunks smiled and pulled out a sharpie. "Now, let's make you Majin!"
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The Father/Son team emerged from their hallowed powder room, prepared for that night's come. Costumes, worn and shown as best they could, large cotton/polyester sacks for collected bounty, and a flashlight…to light their way without wasting any ki.
With brief goodbyes, the duo leaft the comforts of the two-story stone Capsule Corp. and took some twenty steps to the house next door. Trunks reached out and rang the door bell. Both were seconds away from meeting friend or foe, the porch light flicked on.
"Quick," called Vegeta, "Strike a pose!"
Trunks crossed his arms and stood to the side throwing a gangster-tough smirk at the soon-to-be-opened door. Vegeta turned around completely, showing his "BADMAN" and looking casually over his shoulder.
A second later, an elderly woman answered the door.
"TRICK OR TREAT!!!"
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A/N: End chapter 2. It took longer to write than expected, but that's okay, cuz there's only one reviewer so far. Oh, and so you don't have to ask, Jos and I wrote an 'M' on my forehead because people might be more apt to recognize a Majin Vegeta than a BADMAN Vegeta. Heaven knows why not! It ticked me off that no one at my school noticed I was Vegeta, when I wore my costume the Friday before Halloween, as Josie or Kiara32 could well agree.
Thanks to those who do read; please review!