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Chained
Chapter 1
Fighting Again?
Bulma listened to the yells of her eldest and her youngest. She had come to her lab to get some peace and quiet from Trunks and Bra. Even Vegeta was complaining, which wasn't normal for him. They would fight about everything, even if it wasn't important. Just something to fight over. From what Bulma could hear, they were fighting over a pencil...
"Shut up!" Bra yelled, standing on her tip-toes to be eye level with her brother.
"Make me."
"Ooooh..I oughta.."
"What? What could you possibly do that would harm me?"
"That's what I thought." Trunks smirked in victory. He took the stupid pencil him and his sister were fighting over and started to take it upstairs.
"No! That is not yours!"
"Oh? And who's is it?"
"Mine!"
"Doubt it."
"I came up here to get peace and quiet!" Bulma yelled to no one in particular. With that Bulma stomped out of her lab and headed to the kitchen, where her children were fighting.
"What in the name of Kami could you two possibly be fighting over now!"
Trunks and Bra didn't say anything. It was times like these they feared thier mother.
"Well?"
Trunks held up a pencil. A plain yellow pencil with the eraser chewed off.
"That?" Bulma snatched the pencil out of Trunks hand and snapped it in half. "There. Now theres nothing to fight over."
Bulma made her way back up to her lab. What can I do to make them stop fighting? Then Bulma had an idea. It wasn't a very nice idea, though. Well, it would be nice for her and Vegeta...but for Trunks and Bra? No. Handcuffs. Saiyan handcuffs. Bulma, you are a genius.
Bulma proceeded to make the special handcuffs for her son and daughter.
"I don't wanna watch that! It's stupid." Bra pouted.
"It's not stupid! Besides, who made you the boss?"
"Well, lets see. I'm smarter, prettier, and nicer than you are. And Pappa loves me more!" Bra stuck her toungue out. There was no way she was going to watch The Village. Her, Pan, Trunks, Goten, and Marron had all gone to see it and all of them except for Trunks hated it.
"Okay, Miss Prissy Prude Princess, what movie did you have in mind?"
"Well, actually, I thought we could watch Napoleon Dynamite."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO."
"YES!"
"SHUT UP!" Vegeta walked into the room. "The woman is going to decide." Vegeta left the room, not wanting to hear Trunks and Bra start fighting again.
After about a minute of silence, Bulma entered the room. "I have the perfect movie!" Bulma handed the two a video tape.
"How to Recycle." Trunks read the title aloud.
"Yeah. It's in black and white, too! It's perfect."
"Okay," Bra said. "I would rather watch The Village."
"Oh no, I insist!" Bulma urged.
"Mom!" they both said together.
They ended up watching the black and white recycling movie. Bulma had insisted...actually she forced them to watch it. It was all part of her plan. How else do you think she would have gotten the handcuffs on them? Only if they fell asleep during a boring movie!
Bulma waited until Trunks and Bra fell asleep. They were both laying on the couch. They looked so peaceful. Too bad they couldn't be like this all the time. Bulma went up to her lab to retrieve the Saiyan Handcuffs. After she got them, she quietly went back downstairs so she wouldn't wake her children up.
It was too simple. All Bulma had to do was place them on their wrists. On Trunks' right and Bra's left. She couldn't wait until they woke up. Tomorrow was going to be a long day...
A/N: Well? Did you like it so far? I know it was short..sorry. I promise to update soon if I get good feedback.
