*Here we go again. I've been extremely busy with work which means I have
less time to type up my story, but more time to think it up while I
organize ribbon at my craft store! (I also get money, but that just means
more anime for me!) Anyways, I originally planned to have more stuff in
this chapter, but I had to split it up, because in the spirit of the coming
holiday I kind of deviated off the plot (or the closest thing to a plot I
have in this story). So consider this my Halloween special, but there is
important stuff in it. You can ignore the beginning, there's nothing
special about that. Sorry for the changes from serious to non-serious to
serious to non-serious, I think I might be schizo. Review as always and
have a happy Halloween. And be safe, kindas!*
Disclaimer: I own not DBZ, Veggie Tales, nor all the other copyrighted shit I used in this fanfiction. And if you try to sue me, I'll make Trunks blast you to the next dimension (because I own him)
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 11
Sparring, Strangers, and Scary Movies
Trunks tried in vain to block the onslaught of kicks and punches that were being sent his way. Sweat ran down his face, stinging as it went in his cuts, and soaking his shirt so that it stuck to his skin underneath. He started to feel dizzy from exhaustion, and he started wheezing as his muscles screamed for more oxygen. A fist smashed into his jaw, and he fell to the ground in defeat.
After he hit the ground a small smile escaped his lips. The grass was unbelievably cool, and soft, and felt good to lay down in. The cool autumn air blew across his face, and over his wounds, soothing them. He enjoyed this more then falling onto the hard floor of the gravity room, like when he would train before. But they had no gravity room now so it took more effort to get a decent workout, but more enjoyable to fight outside in the open.
He let himself fall out of super saiyan, and Vegeta landed on the ground next to him. "Are you done?" he asked bending down to make sure Trunks was still conscience. Trunks nodded his head then slowly sat up. He pulled his wet shirt over his head, in order to help him cool off faster. True the temperature was only 55 F (14 C), but after working out that hard who wouldn't be hot? His muscles were starting to show more now that he was older. He was growing a lot, too. He had grown a couple inches already after his mother's death, and it was starting to show with his clothes, which were now too small for him.
Trunks' eyes wandered around the valley where they had been conducting their training sessions. The trees' leaves were now changing color, and had started to gather in piles underneath the boughs. He watched as his father now continued his training session alone. Moving at a very fast pace around the opening, and doing multiple kicks here, throwing punches there, then back-handsprings until he started his little routine over again.
Slowly Trunks got to his feet and walked over to the blanket where his little sister lay on her stomach. She had on a little jacket and hat, and was staring at a big bumblebee that had landed on the blanket in front of her. She started to pull herself towards it on her stomach, reaching out to touch it. Trunks picked her up to keep her from getting stung, and then sat down and placed her in his lap. She pouted from having her big brother ruining her fun, and struggled to get out of his grip. He held on, and grabbed a water bottle. They sat there for another hour until Vegeta finally decided to end his training regimin, and then they flew off back towards their home in silence.
Trunks was in the bathroom, washing out his cuts, and putting ice packs on his bruises. He didn't look too good all beat up, and his teachers had started asking questions. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had a black eye, his lip was split and he had a large gash by his eyebrow. His father had finally realized how much training Trunks had lost, while letting him get over his mother, and now he intended to make sure all that time was made up by pushing Trunks to the limit.
He walked into the main room and sat down at his seat at the table, and waited for his father to finish dinner. After a few minutes, Vegeta walked in from the balcony, carrying two plates piled high with steaks.
"We're having steaks, again?" whined Trunks.
"Shut up, and enjoy it," snapped Vegeta, "When I was your age, they wouldn't give us food, they would just inject us with nutrients and let our stomachs rumble." Trunks had his head down and was mouthing the same words. He had heard his father's "I used to be a slave speech" too many times, and was starting to get sick of it. Vegeta saw this and was the none too pleased. "ARE YOU MOCKING ME?" he yelled.
Trunks jumped from the sheer volume of his father's voice. " Sorry, Otosan," Trunks mumbled, still staring down at the empty table.
"What?" asked Vegeta.
Trunks looked up and half-yelled, "I said I was sorry." He tried to stare down his father, but there were few people in the entire universe who could take on the Prince of all Saiyans in a stare-down contest, and Trunks dropped his eyes.
"Good," said Vegeta simply, and he sat down in his chair and put one of the plates in front of Trunks, and the other in front of him. Trunks started to shovel the food into his mouth. Sure he wasn't happy that it was the same thing night after night, but after the rigorous training session, he was famished. And hey, a super saiyan's got to eat.
After their eating had started to slow down, Trunks decided to try and get some kind of conversation out of his dad. "Hey, Otosan," asked Trunks hesitantly and dropping any despise he had earlier.
"What," snapped Vegeta.
Trunks just swallowed. "I was just wondering if we could go shopping. All my fall and winter clothes from last year are too small for me this year, and I really need pants and stuff."
"Your shorts still fit, right?"
"Well, yeah."
"Then wear those."
"But it's going to be winter soon," protested Trunks, "I'll be cold."
"You're a saiyan, you can stand the cold."
"But," started Trunks.
Vegeta just shot him a cold glare clearly telling him that the conversation was over, for now. A soft cry broke their silence. Vegeta let out a frustrated sigh and then got up and went into Bra's room. Trunks just sat their, stirring his food with his fork, and staring at his battered knuckles, slowly oozing blood. His father had beaten him up during training sessions before, but ever since that time he smacked him in the face, Trunks wondered if his father wanted to hit him, and enjoyed beating him up during training sessions. He then started to wonder if he deserved to be beaten up. 'Maybe he just hates me,' he thought. He went into his room, took out his headphones, and lay on his bed listening to the music softly playing in his ears.
Vegeta was carrying Bra back into the kitchen, when he noticed Trunks in his room. He stopped briefly and stared at his son lying on his bed. Trunks' eyes were closed, but he opened them and saw his father standing in his doorway out of the corner of his eye. Once Vegeta saw tTrunks looking at him he left. 'I wonder what that was all about,' thought Trunks to himself. He just shrugged it off, closed his eyes again and went back to listening to his music.
Leaves blew over the roads in the cold night, with a full moon basking the city in its glow. The night was not quiet and still like it usually was, but instead bustling with activity and loud with laughter and screams. An older lady heard her doorbell ring and smiled to herself as she got up from her couch and went to the front door with a large bowl of candy. She opened her door to the habitual "Trick or Treat" and looked down to see two young boys in what looked to be training gis.
Trunks and Goten smiled up at the older lady and held out their bags. "And what are you two supposed to be," the lady asked hesitantly.
"We're saiyans," piped Goten, a wide smile spreading across his face and a large pillowcase held out.
The lady look puzzeled, wondering what the hell were saiyans. She figured they were just making something up to try and get free candy without dressing up, and she started wondering if she could give them any candy at all.
Trunks, sensing her hesitation, turned around and pulled something out from the wagon they were pulling behind them. He turned around and held up his little sister, in just her normal clothes, and said, "and she's our prisoner."
"Awwwwwwwwwwww," said the lady in a baby voice, "aren't you just the most adorable thing I have ever seen. Oh, you are such a cutie pie. Here have some candy," and with that she poured all the contents of the bowl into Trunks' and Goten's sacks.
"Thank you," replided Trunks and Goten simultaneously, with a very large grin on their faces. Trunks returned his baby sister into the wagon, and they turned around and skipped down the street. Once they were far enough away, Trunks burst out laughing.
"See, Goten, I told you we would get more candy if we brought Bra along." Trunks said to his friend and started stuffing his face with candy.
"Does your dad realize how much candy we're getting? I mean I know he doesn't like you having too much sugar, Trunks," asked Goten in between chews, as he attempted to down his entire bag of candy all at once.
"Ahh that's just because bad things happen to fragile items whenever I have sugar. No big deal." He closed his bag, deciding to save the rest for later. "Besides I'll just hide it when I get home."
They walked along from house to house pulling Bra behind them in a wagon. Soon their stomachs were full and so were their pillowcases. They decided to go to one more house before they called it a night.
They rang the doorbell, and a tall lady with long, curly brown hair answered the door. A wide smile spread across her face as she saw the boys in front of her. "Trick or Treat," yelled Goten, but Trunks just looked down trying to hide his face, but it didn't work.
"Well hello, Trunks," said the lady warmly bending down to meet the demi- saiyan at eye level. "Are you having fun trick or treating tonight?"
"Hi Miss Naru," he mumbled as a tinge of red flushed his cheeks. Goten looked back and forth between the lady and Trunks wondering what their connection was.
"Is this your little sister that you brought with you?" She asked sweetly.
Trunks just nodded.
"And are you Goten?" she asked turning to his spikey haired friend.
"Yup," said Goten all excited now because she seemed to know his name.
"And what are you boys supposed to be?" she wondered noticing their lack of effort on their costumes.
"We're saiyans and Bra's our."
"Shut up, Goten," yelled Trunks quickly. Goten stopped talking and looked at Trunks hurt. "It's not nice to lie, you know," he said bitterly at him and then turned to Miss Naru. "We're just. . . the karate kid, yeah, that's all, nothing special."
"Well that's nice," she replied. "You know it's getting pretty late, won't your father be a little worried, does he know your out."
"Yes, but we can handle being out alone, he doesn't worry."
"Yeah, and we're really strong, so no one can beat us up, except for probably our dads," added Goten. Trunks elbowed him in the side. "Owww, what was that for," whinned Goten.
"Well we should probably be going, since it's late and all," said Trunks
"But I haven't given you any candy yet," she said a bit confused.
"That's okay, we have enough as it is." Trunks said quickly. He turned around and half ran down the walk leading up to the house, pulling his sister behind him. He turned back around at the end to see that Goten was still standing on the doorstep, with a dumb, puzzeled look on his face. "Come on, Goten, we have to go home," he called back. Goten then walked up towards him and they headed back to Trunks' place.
A lot of the trick or treaters had gone back home because it was getting late, so now the streets were a little empty, with older kids lurking in the shadows waiting to do mischief. Trunks wasn't looking back at Goten, he knew Goten was going to ask him why he knew Miss Naru, and why he wanted to leave. After Goten didn't say anything, Trunks started to wonder why and glanced over his shoulder. Goten was looking down at the ground and tears were streaming down his face. Trunks stopped and turned to face his friend. "What's wrong, Goten?" he asked, a little confused.
"Why did you tell that lady I was lying?" He sniffed, and looked at Trunks with hurt eyes. "Why did you keep yelling at me, I was just saying what we told all the other people, you were the one that was lying, not me."
Trunks was taken a back by Goten's anger towards him. "It doesn't matter Goten, it's no big deal. I just thought that our story was silly, and you didn't need to go telling her, okay."
"It is a big deal to me, Trunks. You called me a lier, and I'm not a lier, Trunks, okay. And you shouldn't of lied either!" Goten yelled.
"Gee, I'm sorry Goten, I didn't think it would hurt your feelings so much," he said it a little rudely, but it still cheered Goten up, and he stopped crying. "Now let's go back to my place so we can watch those scary movies, that your mother wouldn't let us watch." Goten burst out into a grin, and nodded, and the headed back home skipping, forgetting about the akward situation that was just had, for now at least.
The demi-saiyans were set. They had their blankets and pillows laid out on the floor, they were in their pajamas, they had their large bowl of popcorn, they had their candy hiding in the pillowcases of their pillows, and they had a stack of scary movies of which they had "borrowed" out of Gohan's room for the night. Everything was set.
"Now I'm not going to have to keep telling you brats to shut up all night, am I?" Vegeta asked sternly. He wasn't too keen on the idea of letting his son and Kakarot's spawn stay up all night watching horror flicks.
"No, Otosan," Trunks was getting annoyed by his father's unwillingless to leave them alone. He wanted him to just go to his room and let them mess around and eat candy and be rambunctious the whole nightlong. This he knew was never going to happen.
"Fine, just don't come running to me if you get scared, and if you blast the T.V. out of habit, I'm not buying a new one." Trunks and Goten nodded while rolling their eyes, and Vegeta finally stalked off to leave them alone to their own mayhem. Trunks grinned wickedly and turned to Goten while starting to eat more candy he had just pulled out of his pillowcase. "So, Goten, what do we have for our viewing pleasure this evening?"
Goten just looked at him dumbfoundly.
"That means what movies did you bring us, baka," Trunks snapped.
"Ohhhhhh," said Goten then rummaged through the pile of movies he had brought over. "Well, we have The Shining."
"Mmhm," smiled Trunks.
"The Ring."
"Oooooo"
"Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer, Titanic, hey I didn't knew Gohan had this."
"Gohan has Titanic, now that's scary!"
"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Birds, Child's Play, and Scary Movie."
"Scary Movie isn't a scary movie dimwit."
"It isn't, but then why do they call it Scary Movie if it's not a scary movie?"
"Because they just make fun of scary movies, that's why."
"Ohhhh, I get it," said Goten, but not really getting it at all. "So what movie should we watch first?"
"I don't know let's start with.Child's Play! Yeah, that'll be good!"
About two hours later
"Trunks," whimpered Goten from underneath his blankets.
"Yeah, Goten," responded Trunks, sounding pretty normal.
"I'm scared."
"Oh come on Goten, it wasn't that scary, besides we've seen much worse. I mean you saw your mom get turned into an egg and get stepped on, they can't get more traumatizing then that."
"I know, but if a big pink monster can pop out of an egg and try to kill us, how do we know that one of our dolls won't come to life and try to kill us."
Trunks paled a little and responded very shakily, "You know you have a point. This could be real, and my toys might start attacking us at any moment!"
"You know what we'll have to do," said Goten finally coming out from underneath his blankets. "We are going to have to get them, before they get to us."
"Yeah," agreed Trunks, as he made his hands into fists and started getting excited for battle. "Let's destroy," he smirked saddisticly, looking a lot like his father.
"Great, so we'll start in your room, then we'll move onto Bra's room, then we'll go to your dad's room!"
"Goten, my dad doesn't have any toys."
"How do you know, Trunks? He might sleep with a doll that looks just like Chucky, and he could mess with your stove when you're not watching, and make your apartment blow up when you least expect it."
"Sure, whatever, Goten." The boys tip toed to Trunk's room, and slowly pushed open the door and started looking for any action figures, stuffed animals, or whatever that could suddenly come to life. Goten was going through Trunks' closet, when he pulled out what looked to be a stuffed pickle with a big happy face on it.
"Hey, Trunks, what's this?" he asked.
"Oh, Krillen, 18, and Marron gave that to me for my birthday. It's supposed to be some cucumber from those Veggie Tales movies."
"Hmmm," said Goten, studying it. "Hey, if you gave him antenaes, then he would kinda look like Piccolo-san."
"Hey you're right." The boys started to giggle until Goten accidentally squeezed the stuffed cucumber he was holding. The cucumber suddenly started flashing lights, and shaking in Goten's hand as it giggled maniacly in a high pitched, menacing tone.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"
screamed the two boys silmultaneously. Goten threw the possessed toy onto the floor and they sprinted out of Trunks room and ran into Vegeta's room as fast as a little super saiyan could travel (which is very fast).
Vegeta was suddenly jolted awake by the loud screams and looked over to see two large, quivering lumps underneath his covers. "What the hell are you two idiots doing?"
"Protect us, Uncle Vegeta, o-negai shimasu, the pickle thing wants to kill us," Goten whimpered pathetically, still hiding underneath the covers.
Vegeta just rolled his eyes. He should have never let them watch those movies. He got up out of his bed, and in one clean motion, yanked the covers clean off the bed to expose the frightened boys shaking in their pajamas. He just glared at them. "Get out," he said.
"Oh come on Otosan, can we just please sleep in your room tonight," begged Trunks as he got into a sitting position on his father's bed.
"Hmmm, let me think about this, NO! Now I let you boys stay up and you told me that you wouldn't get scared. You said you were brave warriors, but you have proved to me you're not. You two should be ashamed of yourselves. You are two of the strongest fighters on this planet, probably in the universe, and you're cowering because of some stupid make-believe you saw on that T.V. of yours!" Trunks bowed his head in shame. He never liked it when he ashamed his father.
"But Uncle Vegeta, the dolls will come to life and get us." started Goten.
"BULLSHIT BRAT," screamed Vegeta, making Goten flinch, "there are no such things. Now act like a saiyan and go sleep by yourselves!" Trunks and Goten exchanged glances, then got off the bed and walked slowly out the door. Vegeta glared at them the whole way out, and when the door closed behind them, he threw the covers back on his bed and climbed in, grumbling about "brats" and "never being able to get any sleep".
Once they were in the hall, Goten turned towards his friend, "Trunks?"
"Yeah, Goten?" He whispered back.
"I don't think anything in those movies are scarier than your dad."
"Ain't it the truth, Goten."
*Next time on VOHO, Parent-Teacher conferences at Trunks' school! Find out if Vegeta actually goes, and will Trunks and Goten ever be able to look at a cucumber again? Will Vegeta find Trunks' candy? And most importantly, who is this Miss Naru, how does she know Trunks, and why must I name all my original characters after other characters in different animes? Until then REVIEW and tell me what you think.*
Disclaimer: I own not DBZ, Veggie Tales, nor all the other copyrighted shit I used in this fanfiction. And if you try to sue me, I'll make Trunks blast you to the next dimension (because I own him)
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 11
Sparring, Strangers, and Scary Movies
Trunks tried in vain to block the onslaught of kicks and punches that were being sent his way. Sweat ran down his face, stinging as it went in his cuts, and soaking his shirt so that it stuck to his skin underneath. He started to feel dizzy from exhaustion, and he started wheezing as his muscles screamed for more oxygen. A fist smashed into his jaw, and he fell to the ground in defeat.
After he hit the ground a small smile escaped his lips. The grass was unbelievably cool, and soft, and felt good to lay down in. The cool autumn air blew across his face, and over his wounds, soothing them. He enjoyed this more then falling onto the hard floor of the gravity room, like when he would train before. But they had no gravity room now so it took more effort to get a decent workout, but more enjoyable to fight outside in the open.
He let himself fall out of super saiyan, and Vegeta landed on the ground next to him. "Are you done?" he asked bending down to make sure Trunks was still conscience. Trunks nodded his head then slowly sat up. He pulled his wet shirt over his head, in order to help him cool off faster. True the temperature was only 55 F (14 C), but after working out that hard who wouldn't be hot? His muscles were starting to show more now that he was older. He was growing a lot, too. He had grown a couple inches already after his mother's death, and it was starting to show with his clothes, which were now too small for him.
Trunks' eyes wandered around the valley where they had been conducting their training sessions. The trees' leaves were now changing color, and had started to gather in piles underneath the boughs. He watched as his father now continued his training session alone. Moving at a very fast pace around the opening, and doing multiple kicks here, throwing punches there, then back-handsprings until he started his little routine over again.
Slowly Trunks got to his feet and walked over to the blanket where his little sister lay on her stomach. She had on a little jacket and hat, and was staring at a big bumblebee that had landed on the blanket in front of her. She started to pull herself towards it on her stomach, reaching out to touch it. Trunks picked her up to keep her from getting stung, and then sat down and placed her in his lap. She pouted from having her big brother ruining her fun, and struggled to get out of his grip. He held on, and grabbed a water bottle. They sat there for another hour until Vegeta finally decided to end his training regimin, and then they flew off back towards their home in silence.
Trunks was in the bathroom, washing out his cuts, and putting ice packs on his bruises. He didn't look too good all beat up, and his teachers had started asking questions. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had a black eye, his lip was split and he had a large gash by his eyebrow. His father had finally realized how much training Trunks had lost, while letting him get over his mother, and now he intended to make sure all that time was made up by pushing Trunks to the limit.
He walked into the main room and sat down at his seat at the table, and waited for his father to finish dinner. After a few minutes, Vegeta walked in from the balcony, carrying two plates piled high with steaks.
"We're having steaks, again?" whined Trunks.
"Shut up, and enjoy it," snapped Vegeta, "When I was your age, they wouldn't give us food, they would just inject us with nutrients and let our stomachs rumble." Trunks had his head down and was mouthing the same words. He had heard his father's "I used to be a slave speech" too many times, and was starting to get sick of it. Vegeta saw this and was the none too pleased. "ARE YOU MOCKING ME?" he yelled.
Trunks jumped from the sheer volume of his father's voice. " Sorry, Otosan," Trunks mumbled, still staring down at the empty table.
"What?" asked Vegeta.
Trunks looked up and half-yelled, "I said I was sorry." He tried to stare down his father, but there were few people in the entire universe who could take on the Prince of all Saiyans in a stare-down contest, and Trunks dropped his eyes.
"Good," said Vegeta simply, and he sat down in his chair and put one of the plates in front of Trunks, and the other in front of him. Trunks started to shovel the food into his mouth. Sure he wasn't happy that it was the same thing night after night, but after the rigorous training session, he was famished. And hey, a super saiyan's got to eat.
After their eating had started to slow down, Trunks decided to try and get some kind of conversation out of his dad. "Hey, Otosan," asked Trunks hesitantly and dropping any despise he had earlier.
"What," snapped Vegeta.
Trunks just swallowed. "I was just wondering if we could go shopping. All my fall and winter clothes from last year are too small for me this year, and I really need pants and stuff."
"Your shorts still fit, right?"
"Well, yeah."
"Then wear those."
"But it's going to be winter soon," protested Trunks, "I'll be cold."
"You're a saiyan, you can stand the cold."
"But," started Trunks.
Vegeta just shot him a cold glare clearly telling him that the conversation was over, for now. A soft cry broke their silence. Vegeta let out a frustrated sigh and then got up and went into Bra's room. Trunks just sat their, stirring his food with his fork, and staring at his battered knuckles, slowly oozing blood. His father had beaten him up during training sessions before, but ever since that time he smacked him in the face, Trunks wondered if his father wanted to hit him, and enjoyed beating him up during training sessions. He then started to wonder if he deserved to be beaten up. 'Maybe he just hates me,' he thought. He went into his room, took out his headphones, and lay on his bed listening to the music softly playing in his ears.
Vegeta was carrying Bra back into the kitchen, when he noticed Trunks in his room. He stopped briefly and stared at his son lying on his bed. Trunks' eyes were closed, but he opened them and saw his father standing in his doorway out of the corner of his eye. Once Vegeta saw tTrunks looking at him he left. 'I wonder what that was all about,' thought Trunks to himself. He just shrugged it off, closed his eyes again and went back to listening to his music.
Leaves blew over the roads in the cold night, with a full moon basking the city in its glow. The night was not quiet and still like it usually was, but instead bustling with activity and loud with laughter and screams. An older lady heard her doorbell ring and smiled to herself as she got up from her couch and went to the front door with a large bowl of candy. She opened her door to the habitual "Trick or Treat" and looked down to see two young boys in what looked to be training gis.
Trunks and Goten smiled up at the older lady and held out their bags. "And what are you two supposed to be," the lady asked hesitantly.
"We're saiyans," piped Goten, a wide smile spreading across his face and a large pillowcase held out.
The lady look puzzeled, wondering what the hell were saiyans. She figured they were just making something up to try and get free candy without dressing up, and she started wondering if she could give them any candy at all.
Trunks, sensing her hesitation, turned around and pulled something out from the wagon they were pulling behind them. He turned around and held up his little sister, in just her normal clothes, and said, "and she's our prisoner."
"Awwwwwwwwwwww," said the lady in a baby voice, "aren't you just the most adorable thing I have ever seen. Oh, you are such a cutie pie. Here have some candy," and with that she poured all the contents of the bowl into Trunks' and Goten's sacks.
"Thank you," replided Trunks and Goten simultaneously, with a very large grin on their faces. Trunks returned his baby sister into the wagon, and they turned around and skipped down the street. Once they were far enough away, Trunks burst out laughing.
"See, Goten, I told you we would get more candy if we brought Bra along." Trunks said to his friend and started stuffing his face with candy.
"Does your dad realize how much candy we're getting? I mean I know he doesn't like you having too much sugar, Trunks," asked Goten in between chews, as he attempted to down his entire bag of candy all at once.
"Ahh that's just because bad things happen to fragile items whenever I have sugar. No big deal." He closed his bag, deciding to save the rest for later. "Besides I'll just hide it when I get home."
They walked along from house to house pulling Bra behind them in a wagon. Soon their stomachs were full and so were their pillowcases. They decided to go to one more house before they called it a night.
They rang the doorbell, and a tall lady with long, curly brown hair answered the door. A wide smile spread across her face as she saw the boys in front of her. "Trick or Treat," yelled Goten, but Trunks just looked down trying to hide his face, but it didn't work.
"Well hello, Trunks," said the lady warmly bending down to meet the demi- saiyan at eye level. "Are you having fun trick or treating tonight?"
"Hi Miss Naru," he mumbled as a tinge of red flushed his cheeks. Goten looked back and forth between the lady and Trunks wondering what their connection was.
"Is this your little sister that you brought with you?" She asked sweetly.
Trunks just nodded.
"And are you Goten?" she asked turning to his spikey haired friend.
"Yup," said Goten all excited now because she seemed to know his name.
"And what are you boys supposed to be?" she wondered noticing their lack of effort on their costumes.
"We're saiyans and Bra's our."
"Shut up, Goten," yelled Trunks quickly. Goten stopped talking and looked at Trunks hurt. "It's not nice to lie, you know," he said bitterly at him and then turned to Miss Naru. "We're just. . . the karate kid, yeah, that's all, nothing special."
"Well that's nice," she replied. "You know it's getting pretty late, won't your father be a little worried, does he know your out."
"Yes, but we can handle being out alone, he doesn't worry."
"Yeah, and we're really strong, so no one can beat us up, except for probably our dads," added Goten. Trunks elbowed him in the side. "Owww, what was that for," whinned Goten.
"Well we should probably be going, since it's late and all," said Trunks
"But I haven't given you any candy yet," she said a bit confused.
"That's okay, we have enough as it is." Trunks said quickly. He turned around and half ran down the walk leading up to the house, pulling his sister behind him. He turned back around at the end to see that Goten was still standing on the doorstep, with a dumb, puzzeled look on his face. "Come on, Goten, we have to go home," he called back. Goten then walked up towards him and they headed back to Trunks' place.
A lot of the trick or treaters had gone back home because it was getting late, so now the streets were a little empty, with older kids lurking in the shadows waiting to do mischief. Trunks wasn't looking back at Goten, he knew Goten was going to ask him why he knew Miss Naru, and why he wanted to leave. After Goten didn't say anything, Trunks started to wonder why and glanced over his shoulder. Goten was looking down at the ground and tears were streaming down his face. Trunks stopped and turned to face his friend. "What's wrong, Goten?" he asked, a little confused.
"Why did you tell that lady I was lying?" He sniffed, and looked at Trunks with hurt eyes. "Why did you keep yelling at me, I was just saying what we told all the other people, you were the one that was lying, not me."
Trunks was taken a back by Goten's anger towards him. "It doesn't matter Goten, it's no big deal. I just thought that our story was silly, and you didn't need to go telling her, okay."
"It is a big deal to me, Trunks. You called me a lier, and I'm not a lier, Trunks, okay. And you shouldn't of lied either!" Goten yelled.
"Gee, I'm sorry Goten, I didn't think it would hurt your feelings so much," he said it a little rudely, but it still cheered Goten up, and he stopped crying. "Now let's go back to my place so we can watch those scary movies, that your mother wouldn't let us watch." Goten burst out into a grin, and nodded, and the headed back home skipping, forgetting about the akward situation that was just had, for now at least.
The demi-saiyans were set. They had their blankets and pillows laid out on the floor, they were in their pajamas, they had their large bowl of popcorn, they had their candy hiding in the pillowcases of their pillows, and they had a stack of scary movies of which they had "borrowed" out of Gohan's room for the night. Everything was set.
"Now I'm not going to have to keep telling you brats to shut up all night, am I?" Vegeta asked sternly. He wasn't too keen on the idea of letting his son and Kakarot's spawn stay up all night watching horror flicks.
"No, Otosan," Trunks was getting annoyed by his father's unwillingless to leave them alone. He wanted him to just go to his room and let them mess around and eat candy and be rambunctious the whole nightlong. This he knew was never going to happen.
"Fine, just don't come running to me if you get scared, and if you blast the T.V. out of habit, I'm not buying a new one." Trunks and Goten nodded while rolling their eyes, and Vegeta finally stalked off to leave them alone to their own mayhem. Trunks grinned wickedly and turned to Goten while starting to eat more candy he had just pulled out of his pillowcase. "So, Goten, what do we have for our viewing pleasure this evening?"
Goten just looked at him dumbfoundly.
"That means what movies did you bring us, baka," Trunks snapped.
"Ohhhhhh," said Goten then rummaged through the pile of movies he had brought over. "Well, we have The Shining."
"Mmhm," smiled Trunks.
"The Ring."
"Oooooo"
"Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer, Titanic, hey I didn't knew Gohan had this."
"Gohan has Titanic, now that's scary!"
"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Birds, Child's Play, and Scary Movie."
"Scary Movie isn't a scary movie dimwit."
"It isn't, but then why do they call it Scary Movie if it's not a scary movie?"
"Because they just make fun of scary movies, that's why."
"Ohhhh, I get it," said Goten, but not really getting it at all. "So what movie should we watch first?"
"I don't know let's start with.Child's Play! Yeah, that'll be good!"
About two hours later
"Trunks," whimpered Goten from underneath his blankets.
"Yeah, Goten," responded Trunks, sounding pretty normal.
"I'm scared."
"Oh come on Goten, it wasn't that scary, besides we've seen much worse. I mean you saw your mom get turned into an egg and get stepped on, they can't get more traumatizing then that."
"I know, but if a big pink monster can pop out of an egg and try to kill us, how do we know that one of our dolls won't come to life and try to kill us."
Trunks paled a little and responded very shakily, "You know you have a point. This could be real, and my toys might start attacking us at any moment!"
"You know what we'll have to do," said Goten finally coming out from underneath his blankets. "We are going to have to get them, before they get to us."
"Yeah," agreed Trunks, as he made his hands into fists and started getting excited for battle. "Let's destroy," he smirked saddisticly, looking a lot like his father.
"Great, so we'll start in your room, then we'll move onto Bra's room, then we'll go to your dad's room!"
"Goten, my dad doesn't have any toys."
"How do you know, Trunks? He might sleep with a doll that looks just like Chucky, and he could mess with your stove when you're not watching, and make your apartment blow up when you least expect it."
"Sure, whatever, Goten." The boys tip toed to Trunk's room, and slowly pushed open the door and started looking for any action figures, stuffed animals, or whatever that could suddenly come to life. Goten was going through Trunks' closet, when he pulled out what looked to be a stuffed pickle with a big happy face on it.
"Hey, Trunks, what's this?" he asked.
"Oh, Krillen, 18, and Marron gave that to me for my birthday. It's supposed to be some cucumber from those Veggie Tales movies."
"Hmmm," said Goten, studying it. "Hey, if you gave him antenaes, then he would kinda look like Piccolo-san."
"Hey you're right." The boys started to giggle until Goten accidentally squeezed the stuffed cucumber he was holding. The cucumber suddenly started flashing lights, and shaking in Goten's hand as it giggled maniacly in a high pitched, menacing tone.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"
screamed the two boys silmultaneously. Goten threw the possessed toy onto the floor and they sprinted out of Trunks room and ran into Vegeta's room as fast as a little super saiyan could travel (which is very fast).
Vegeta was suddenly jolted awake by the loud screams and looked over to see two large, quivering lumps underneath his covers. "What the hell are you two idiots doing?"
"Protect us, Uncle Vegeta, o-negai shimasu, the pickle thing wants to kill us," Goten whimpered pathetically, still hiding underneath the covers.
Vegeta just rolled his eyes. He should have never let them watch those movies. He got up out of his bed, and in one clean motion, yanked the covers clean off the bed to expose the frightened boys shaking in their pajamas. He just glared at them. "Get out," he said.
"Oh come on Otosan, can we just please sleep in your room tonight," begged Trunks as he got into a sitting position on his father's bed.
"Hmmm, let me think about this, NO! Now I let you boys stay up and you told me that you wouldn't get scared. You said you were brave warriors, but you have proved to me you're not. You two should be ashamed of yourselves. You are two of the strongest fighters on this planet, probably in the universe, and you're cowering because of some stupid make-believe you saw on that T.V. of yours!" Trunks bowed his head in shame. He never liked it when he ashamed his father.
"But Uncle Vegeta, the dolls will come to life and get us." started Goten.
"BULLSHIT BRAT," screamed Vegeta, making Goten flinch, "there are no such things. Now act like a saiyan and go sleep by yourselves!" Trunks and Goten exchanged glances, then got off the bed and walked slowly out the door. Vegeta glared at them the whole way out, and when the door closed behind them, he threw the covers back on his bed and climbed in, grumbling about "brats" and "never being able to get any sleep".
Once they were in the hall, Goten turned towards his friend, "Trunks?"
"Yeah, Goten?" He whispered back.
"I don't think anything in those movies are scarier than your dad."
"Ain't it the truth, Goten."
*Next time on VOHO, Parent-Teacher conferences at Trunks' school! Find out if Vegeta actually goes, and will Trunks and Goten ever be able to look at a cucumber again? Will Vegeta find Trunks' candy? And most importantly, who is this Miss Naru, how does she know Trunks, and why must I name all my original characters after other characters in different animes? Until then REVIEW and tell me what you think.*