Hangovers : Chapter 3
Vegeta : What do you mean Hangovers?
Kingfranco : Hey! howd you get in here!
Vegeta : Thats not the point! What do you mean by hangovers! I have very sensative temples
Kingfranco : Ye im sure you do but i should...
Vegeta : Fluffy!
Kingfranco : Pardon m...
Vegeta : ye thats right! Exits
Kingfranco : Ummm ok
Goten : Dont worry about him, you will get use to it... Eventually
Kingfranco : wa ?
Bra : Ye he can be a real drag!
Kingranco : But...
Bulma : try being married to him !
Goku : Try being his enemy
Yamcha : Try being the guy who was his wifes boy friend
Oolong : Try being a mis understood pig!
Kingfranco : slamming fist on desk I dont know how you people got in her but out!
Everyone else : what?
Kingfranco : glaring you eard
They mumble and exit
Bulma : What do you suppose got to him?
Goku : Maybe he missed breakfast
Everyone else : Sighs
Back in the room
Kingfranco : Anyway! Hangovers : Chapter 3
Capsule corp. door blasted open, and in stepped a very wobbly trunks.
"Woman! wheres my... hey wait a minute" Trunks was crashed from behind by an equally natious Goten
"Move out the way trunks! Cant you see Im jedi material!" He was also crashed from behind by bulma, sending him flying into the oposite wall. He Landed in the hole he made, his legs dangling out.
"Well im princess material goten! at least, thats what mum always use to say to me" Vegeta smacked into her, pushing her out the way.
"Hi blouw i bleffmi sebab..." He fell to the floor, completly drunk. Leaving only bra to follow up
"Umm is he gonna be ok?" She asked sounding semi-concerned. They all turned aside from Goten to see vegeta slide out of the room worm like, leaving behind him a trail of spit.
"I assume so" Bulma reassured her. Trunks started very slowly up the stairs, arms dragging along either side of him.
"Im going to bed, dont you dare try and stop me" he threatened in a whisper
"Why would we try and stop you?" Asked bra confused
"None the less i think its a good idea, everyone to bed!" Bulma ordered. At that moment, goten jumped out of his bulma made hole.
"Yes to the bat mobile!" He ran towards the stairs, but smacked into the wall next to it, causing him to fall to the floor unconscious.
"Umm will he be..." Bra started
"I dont think he ever was anyway" Bulma started walking up the stairs in similar fashion to trunks. Bra followed.
The next morning bra woke up. The sun filtered through her baige curtains, creating a perfect serine affect. She started to get up but pain struck her head
"Ow!" she screamed, putting her hands to her head. She heard a deep cry for pain from downstairs, followed by another deep yell from trunks room, then a more feminine scream from her parents room followed by
"Woman! cant you see im trying to...oweeee!" Bra giggled.
"I guess everyone has a bit of a hangover" she said to herself, before slowly getting up. She got up, out of the door and straight to the top of the stairs. It was at this point she realised she was still only in her pyjamas. Pft oh well. She jumped onto the banisters and slid down them at a rate goku would be proud off. She successfully got half way before she realised she didnt know how to stop. She reached the end and flew of it, smashing into the wall and into a strange hole there.
"Ow! remind me not to do that again" She climbed out of the whole and entered the kitchen. She saw Goten with an open carton of milk fresh from the fridge
"No goten dont..." To late. He drunk the milk straight from the carton, then almost instantly dropped it to the floor followed by him.
"Ow! ow! ow!" he repeated whilst on the floor holding his head. Bra sighed before turning to leave. She saw Trunks zoom down the stair banister and off the end, then straight into the wall and hole. She ignored it and went back to her room. On the way she saw her mother exit from her room.
"Finally some class!" she said to herself "Finally some, as the french say..." She was interupted by a hideous roar exit from her mothers mouth. bra stood petrified as she past her, purposly keeping her distance.
"What is wrong with this. . ." bra started
"Dont finsih that dear, youll only get your father up" bulma interupted. Vegeta was on the otherside of the bedroom door, eavesdropping. He clicked his fingers after hearing his wifes remarkes, the dived through the window. Bra ignored the sound of glass smashing and continued onto her room. She opened the door to see goten standing. She jumped back.
"What are you doing in my room goten?" She asked him suspicously
"I was bored, trunks has just left and i wanted to go out!"
"So, go find another shoulder to cry on" she said coldly whilst purposely brushing past him. Now these two did not like eachother, that's why the dance at the party was so shocking.
"Oh come on bra, you know how to party right?"
"Yes but not this early! What is it 8-9 o clock"
"Its gone noon. . ."
"Its what!" Bra leaped forward and picked gotten up by the colar "It cant be!"
"Bra your hurting me!" goten whined much like he did when he was smaller. Bra dropped him and walked to the window
"This cant be! It just cant!" Bra dropped to her knees
"Ok bra calm down, it aint jesus on a bike is it . . ."
"Do you even realize whats happened!" Bra yelled. Goten gave a blank look. Bra sighed.
"I, bra briefs, have missed the very last episode of dragonball gt!"
"Oh that horse shit! Come on I leave better things in the toilet" Bra spun around ready to pounce ". . . But my poop is to a very high standard" To late. He was a dead man. He ran out her bedroom door, slammed into the opisite wall, down the hall, slid down the stairs banister, landed in the whole he woke up in, opened the front door, attempted to run but bra stood infront of him. He moved back into the house swiftly.
"What are you going to do?" He asked worried
"Something ive never done to a man before" She looked at him seductively. Goten reached the wall and cowered into the corner.
"Please just kill me"
"I am going to . . ."
"No please anything but . . ."
"Tell aunt chichi!" Complete devastation.
"You wouldn't" He whispered
"Wouldn't I?" They both turned their head to the phone, then back to eachother. The race was on.
Trunks got out of his car and walked up to the main entrance. He was greeted by a his personal assistant running up to him, pan, a newspaper in her hand and a worried look on her face.
"Trunks!"
"What?"
"Have you seen the front page!" She opened the newspaper and gave it to him. Trunks eyes widened. There stood trunks, weeing on a drunk old man in the dark, a very pleased and relaxed expression on his face. He looked back up at pan.
"Well what have you got to say for yourself!" pan scolded. A couple of seconds of silent thought.
"I thought it was a bush!"
"No the other thing you always end up saying!"
"Oh yes, dam goten" trunks threatened shaking his fist. Pan slapped her head
"What is wrong with this family!"
OK! right first of trunksmybaby this was for you, thanking you for your, uh, kind yet hysterical review. The next chapter coming very very soon, that way i wont get shouted at again . . .