Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, William Shakespeare's "A Mid-Summer Night's Dream", Harry Potter, Playgirl or Playboy, Dots, Tootsie Roll, or Milky Way
A Father Son Halloween
By Trinity-33
Chapter Three: A Mid-Autumn Night's Dream
Last Time: Josie and Trinity found their costumes and on the eve of all Soul's Day prepared for their night-long rendezvous of candy, witchcraft, and wizardry as the mighty Vegeta and Trunks.
A nice, elder woman answered the door and blindly smiled at her trick-or-treaters, noticing not the giant 'M' on the forehead of one, and the near-nakedness of the other. Their masculine posing and bulging muscles struck not any fear or admiration in her countenance as she merrily reached for her candy bowl.
But then Trunks laughed. He doubled over, tripping forward in his inability to stay as poised as his father, and nearly ran into the brick wall adjacent to the door and porch.
At this the bespectacled woman's smile became nervous. Did she recognize the lavender-haired youth, as the youth himself kept was cracking up over? Even the lady at the door could feel the sweat-drop forming at the temple of our pink shirt-wearing hero. A low growl was reverberating in Vegeta's throat. Why did HIS son have to behave this way?
Trunks, meanwhile, only continued to laugh a loud cackle; a cackle that echoed into the night, sound waves traveling through air, bouncing off of air molecules, houses and signs, reaching the ears of human, bird, and beast within a twenty foot radius, letting their presence known to neighbors, ghouls, and goblins, echoing through the hearts of total strangers, and in the minds of the little childr----
"ENOUGH!!" shouted the Saiyajin lord, whacking his son upside his head. Immediately does the horrendous giggling cease. Trunks recovered quickly and stood up from his near-comatose second on the ground, clutching his head and making a nervous apologetic chuckle.
The nice old lady stared, of course, but smiled all the same. Vegeta warily stared off to the side while shoving his pillowcase forward. Trunks, groggy from the spell his father had put him through, smiled dumbly and also offered his bag for filling.
The duo turn and leave the home after receiving their three generic candies, and move on to the next house. After knocking, but before the door could be opened, Vegeta turned to Trunks, holding up his finger in warning, "Embarrass me again and I promise you you'll have one less testicle."
Trunks swallowed a lump in his throat, "You're really getting into this aren't you, Trinity?"
Trinity's eyes shift from side to side, "No…I am Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, Ruler of a Mighty Race, King of My Domain, Emperor of—"
"Trick or Treat!"
Vegeta was knocked from his oration and surprised, turned to the young couple at the door, shoving forward his sack of goodies.
My goodies, my goodies, my goodies, not my goodies.
Leaving that house without incident, Trunks and Vegeta stroll down the walk comparing hauls. Trunks wrapped his large hand around the base of his bag, showing a wad about the size of a small fist. Vegeta scoffed at his son's share, but when he checked his own bag, he found he hadn't any more than the boy.
"Great," he scoffed, "only like seven candies.
Trunks placed a comforting hand on his father's shoulders, "It's alright; there'll be more houses."
Vegeta moved away and continued faster down the sidewalk, "Ok, now I'm freaked. Son, we need to get you some hookers!"
Trunks blushed and hurried after BADMAN.
After a brief run about the neighborhood, Trin and Jos decided that their escapades as Vegeta and Trunks needed more…distance. So they called on Trunks's mystical power over the command of dinocapsules to summon up a flying car, and climbing in they sped off to worlds unknown…actually they only went like 6 miles to 61st and Sheridan…
Parking and locking the green vehicle—er—I mean skycar, the two ventured down a residential street of two-story houses and dewy lawns. The air was thick with humidity and moisture, as if it was about to rain…
After each house, Vegeta often stormed ahead of his lavender-haired son, obviously still mad at his display of femininity.
"Aw, come on, Dad! Are you still mad that I touched your shoulder in a bout of femininity?"
Vegeta shuddered at the second usage of that word in one chapter.
Trunks raised an eyebrow to the sky, wondering how the omnipotent author/announcer was broadcasting their every thought and emotion.
Oh. That's right, he sighed. She's omnipotent.
MUHWAHWAHAHAHAha…ha……ha……………….ha?
Anyway, Trunks felt disappointed for disappointing his father, and Vegeta was tired and annoyed at the author, thinking to himself that he could easily end her miserable life.
EEP!
But...uh…then the nice, merciful, loving, and forgiving Vegeta decided that he wouldn't want to ki blast the author because that would be considered suicide!
Vegeta pretended to think and a moment later changed his mind.
Phew.
But he had come up with a solution to his other problem:
"Son, how about a game of Truth or Dare?"
Trunks quickly closed the Playgirl magazine and stuffed it into her—er, I mean his shirt, "Uh, what now?"
"Truth or dare, truth or dare. It's quite simple, you pick truth or dare and I challenge you to either."
"I know how to play," pouted he who is hot beyond reason.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. They quickly approached a house, rang the doorbell, made the necessary greeting, and left after receiving their handful of Dots, Tootsie Rolls, and Milky Way.
"Alright, let's go." Walking to the next house Vegeta formulated his attack, but it would all depend on Trunks's answer to:
"Truth or Dare?"
Trunks replied quickly and with confidence, "Dare."
A sly smile crept across Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, 's face.
"Trick or treat!"
crackle, grab, grab
"Thank you!"
walk, walk, walk
"So, Trunks," began Vegeta as the duo approached a street corner and proceeded to cross the asphalt walk.
Vegeta looked around for any cars, kind of a dumb thing to do, when you're half-way across the street…
evil glare
Uh…but there was another purpose to his delayed glances.
Vegeta saw several blocks away a dark green pick-up truck heading toward them. With his eagle-eye vision Vegeta could detect four humans in pink, frilly dress. Smiling at the fortuitous happening of this vehicle of vixens, Vegeta stopped at the corner, beckoning also for his "son" to also wait with him.
The truck came barreling down the street toward them, Vegeta didn't have much time to explain.
"Ok, when that truck of girls comes by, I dare you to flash your manhood at them."
"What!" Trunks exclaimed.
The truck was one block away.
"Do it!" Vegeta hissed, "Or I'll never love you again!"
The truck was four houses away.
"Wait, does that mean you love me now?"
Three…
"No time boy, you gotta do it!"
Two…
"Before I do anything, I gotta know!"
One…
"Fine…I love you…"
Trunks without hesitation, unzipped his oversized pants and…
Tires squealed, and the tinted windows of the green truck were rolled down. Inside were four burly men, in pink, princess costumes. The guy in the passenger side stuck his elbow out of the window and winked at the lavender-haired youth. The driver whistled.
Vegeta and Trunks sweat-dropped, and Vegeta recovering first, snidely called to his son, "Can't even attract women, can you boy?"
Trunks quickly fumbled with his zipper and turned to his father.
"Look, fellas, he's got a nice butt too!"
Trunks, ultra-nervous responded, "I thought you said it was a car of GIRLS!!!"
Vegeta sweat-dropped again, "well, they…uh…looked like girls…"
Another cat call and a drive for attention, the "manly" sailors cooed at the sexy manboy in the black muscle-tee.
Trunks, "You lie! How can you confuse them," gestures with a swift swing of his arm, "for hot ladies!?"
"Ok, maybe I did that on purpose, but geez, you have eyes! Couldn't you tell they were men?"
"C'mere sexy!"
"No, uh…I was distracted!"
"Um-hmm. Busy staring at their rippling muscles, that you couldn't see their FACIAL HAIR!?"
"Honey buns, don't ignore us!"
"Dad, if I wanted to stare at rippling muscles, I'd only need to look at you!"
Vegeta's eyes bugged out.
"Hey who's your friend, hot stuff?"
Both heads turned.
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!"
The guys stopped their cat calls long enough to see the dark-haired one jump into the air and form a large yellow light at his hands.
"FINAL FLASH!"
The ginormous blast of energy hit the truck full force, crumpling it upon impact. No flying truck, super-deformed heads screaming as they are launched into lower orbit…just…
utter annihilation.
"So…" Vegeta said afterward, "WHAT was that about staring at my manly man muscles?"
"Uh…nothing dad!"
"Good"
The duo walked on into the night.
Until, several minutes later, Trunks worked up the nerve:
"Uh, Dad…your turn…" he hesitated.
"Truth or Dare?"
A/N: After much delay, Chapter three is up. Chapter four'll be a while…haven't even started. I must first consult with Trunks AKA Gaeamaker13 to see what happens next.
So in case you haven't realized, I put in the disclaimer all the brand names, etc. I use. Except for one. Every chapter I leave one out. Can you find which one it is in this chapter? How about the others? First person to correctly get all of them gets a prize!
And they're off!