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Oinkie The Pig

Chapter 4

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Later that night, Trunks and Goten were planning on what they can do to train Oinkie.

"I don't know about that… won't it wreck your mom's lab?" Goten asked, sticking out his tongue while drawing a picture.

"Yea, I guess you're right. Well, we'll need her to get used to loud noise and lots of flashy and colorful things."

"Then, we'll need to get lots of noisy and flashy things!"

Trunks smiled, "And I know just the perfect place…"

"Uh, Sir, we don't carry Bank 1 credit cards, and besides, this isn't yours." one of the staff said, as he handed Trunks's mom's credit card back.

The little Saiyan looked at his slow friend and gulped.

"Of course it isn't his!" Goten giggled, "We stole it from his mom!"

"Goten!" Trunks snapped the card from the staff person and pulled Goten out of the store. "You can't just blurt out these things!"

Goten lowered his head in shame and sighed "Sorry."

"Ok, now let's try the next store…"

"Holly cow this place is BIG!" Goten exclaimed looking around for any snack stores or restaurants.

"I know! My mom takes me here all the time for my birthday. She says I get to pick out 1 thing from any store I want! It's so awesome!"

"Do they have any food places or something around here though, because I'm hungry."

"I think… follow me."

The two chibis walked throughout thee mall and stopped at the bathroom when Trunks needed to take a break. Goten stood by the door on the outside waiting for his friend to come back out.

"Trunks, are you done yet? You've been in there for like, 50 hours!"

"Hold on!" the chibi's muffled voice came out.

"Well, hurry up! I'm starving!" soon enough, Goten got impatient and turned his attention to a clown who had cotton candy and balloons in his arms. The clown spotted Goten and smiled.

Something in Goten's brain told him not to go over to him, but found himself stepping towards the clown's hypnotizing smile.

"Hello, little guy. What's your name?" the clown's voice was low and smooth.

Goten, without changing his voice, said his name plainly and in a monotone sound.

"Goten, eh? Well my name's Larry the Clown."

"Hello Larry."

"Would you like some cotton candy, Goten?"

"Please, Larry." the slow headed child reached out in slow motion for the candy. He grabbed a piece, and slowly pull it to his mouth.

Then came Trunks out of the bathroom and saw what his friend was about to do. His eyes grew large and he leapt forward.

"NO!" he shouted, jumping to catch Goten's arm before he could chew the candy.

But it was too late. Goten had already put it in his mouth and started to chew.

"GOTEN! OH MY KAMI! GOTEN!" Trunks panicked and started biting his nails. "Oh my Kami, what am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?"

"Mmm… this is good! Thanks Mr. Larry!" Goten walked off with a stunned Trunks walking behind him.

"Your - your okay?"

"Duh! I just ate a piece of cotton candy!"

"Yea, but that clown is on a watch for dangerous food poisoning and child kidnapping! Now what would happen if your mom found out you were kidnapped?"

"Um… she'd probably take out that pan and hit my dad and blame it on him and then go after every suspicious person she could find and then maybe go to Mr. Piccolo and kill him if she could and-"

"So we can expect the worst?"

"Yes. Now can we go find something to eat!"

Trunks nodded and continued to walk on.

Meanwhile, Larry had other plans than to sell balloons and give little children cotton candy. He decided to track down the two children who were able to pass by without being scared in any way. Well, except for the purple haired one. He followed them wherever they went and hid behind every poll, door or wall he could without being spotted. But what he did not know is that the two kids he was stalking were very fast and powerful Saiyans. He may have belonged to the race of the Clowns, but he didn't have any match for them.

After a while, Goten and Trunks found a place to eat and relaxed for a while. They talked about what else they could do to train Oinkie for the Pig Show. It was going to be hard work getting a pig ready for something as big as this.

"Let's go look again for more stores." just then, something vibrated in Trunk's jean pocket and made a ringing noise. "Oh yeah! I took along Mom's cell phone." he picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. "Oh no… it's my mom!"

"Hello…?"

"TRUNKS! GET YOUR BUTT HOME RIGHT NOW!"

"Aww but Mom! We have to get some things for Oinkie!"

"I DON'T CARE! YOU STOLE MY CREDIT CARD AND MY CELL PHONE! PLUS, YOUR FATHER IS HAVING TROUBLE GETTING ALL OF OINKIE'S SCRAP OUT OF THE YARD! COME HOME NOW!"

Trunks held the phone away from his ear and sighed.

"Alright." he hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. "Come on Goten. Maybe we can try again tomorrow or something."

The two chibis headed out the entrance of the mall and flew back to Capsule Corp. On the way there, they noticed a brightly colored van follow on the road that went their every direction.

"Um… hey Trunks? Do you see that someone is following us?"

"I know! Let's go higher!"

They both flew up as high as they could without popping their ears and looked down to see the van still following them. Trunks frowned and sped up followed by Goten.

"I think we lost him!"

"Good!"

By the time Trunks and Goten reached back to Capsule Corp., the sun was starting to set and the sky turned a light orange. They landed in the back yard to check on Oinkie to find she was already eating her dinner and her yard was fresh and clean.

"Your dad did all of this?" Goten asked, inspecting the shed.

"I guess so. Let's go inside."

As they came into the living room, they saw ChiChi and Bulma sitting on the couch with their arms crossed and discouraging smiles plastered on their lips.

"Hi Mom." both said.

"Hello, boys."

"Are we in trouble?"

Bulma frowned and crossed her legs. "Big trouble, big trouble."

So how'd you like it? A little short, but it was the best I could do without being interrupted with my winter depression. R&R!

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I think I'm going to discontinue Staying Here because I've had writers block on that story and it's getting pretty boring to me. I've been wanting to write this other story VERY badly, and I can't unless I finish one of these fics.

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