Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha! I fooled you all didn't I. Okay, so not all of you but most of you. So, yeah, last chapter I kinda ended it strange, but I have my reasons. I was gonna write it different but it wouldn't have been as confusing. Why is that a problem? Because I like to confuse people, so there. Alright, this is it. Another chapter of delaying the inevitable.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. If I did, then things would be, well, different, now wouldn't they?

Hint Rally

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Nobody's POV

Hi, I'm back and I have tons more confusing things to say. Like…uh… If you buy three monkeys and a banana, how old are you? Huh, huh? Wait, what? That makes no sense. What the hell are you smoking? Nothing, really, I swear. Oh, yeah right. How could you not believe me? I was your greatest fan. I idolized you. Twenty-seven. What? The answer to your riddle is twenty-seven. Damn, you're good. I know. Say, aren't we supposed to be telling a story. Yes, we are, so shut up.

"Trunks, Trunks?"

"Uh, mom? What happened?"

"I don't know honey. Your father found you and Goten unconscious in the living room. I was hoping you knew what had happened."

"Well, I remember seeing someone, then I turned around, and then somebody jabbed me, on the neck."

"Did you see them at all, anything?"

"No, nothing."

"Well, whoever it was is gone now," Vegeta chimed in.

"I'll beef up security; they won't get back in here," Bulma added.

"Thanks, mom. Hey, where's Goten?"

"He's in the next room. Would you like to go and see him?"

"Yeah, of course. Is he all right?"

"Yes, he's fine. He's still unconscious though."

Trunks then walked into the other room. Goten seemed so full of color and radiance. He had this sort of aura around him that screamed pure and innocent.

"Damn Goten, you lookin' fine tonight," Trunks commented, staring deep into the amber eyes of his best friend.

At this Goten began to stir. Having heard Trunks speak, he responded with a simple but effective, "What."

"I said… uh… you…uh… don't look so good. Are you all right?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. What happened?"

"Somebody broke in and knocked us out."

"So why are we just sitting here? Shouldn't we be looking for this guy?"

"Nah, he already left, and he won't be able to get back in here with the extra security."

"Oh, okay. Hey, can I use your shower?"

"That depends. Can I join you?"

"What?"

"Just kidding. Of course you can Goten. Why do you even bother to ask?"

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Trunks' POV

'Alright, Goten's still in the shower. I should have enough time to change.'

I took my shirt off then, not noticing that the water had stopped running, and removed my pants. This left me in a pair of boxers that went about half way to mid-thigh. I placed my dirty clothes in the hamper and turned to get my pajama pants when I noticed Goten, standing in the bathroom doorway, looking at me, in my boxers, and…

'Oh my god, that towel barely covers his crotch. Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare!'

Goten's POV

'Ah, that was refreshing.'

I stepped out of the shower and raised my ki slightly in order to dry off. I then wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom to see trunks in really tight, short, black and white polka-dot boxers.

'Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare. Hey, is somebody watching us? I thought Bulma beefed up security.

Trunks' POV

'Hey, is somebody watching us? I thought mom beefed up security.'

Nobody's POV

In all actuality, someone was watching them. However, it was not the unexpected guest that they had seen. In fact, all they saw was a very large vase in the hallway, covered in shadow, and were just feeling general paranoia. But, as they didn't know this, the pair dashed into the hallway, and, using their peripheral vision, saw their unwelcome visitor standing in the corner.

"VEGETA/DAD," the unknowingly love-sick boys screamed simultaneously.

"Heh, kids," was Vegeta's only reply before the bad tempered Saijyn walked off in a huff.

'Hmm… what was that all about? Could he know that I have feelings for- - no- - he couldn't,' the blue-eyed Demi-Saijyn thought to himself.'

"Goten, go back into my room for a sec, okay? Dad hold up," Trunks yelled from across the hallway. Making sure Goten was out of ear shot he added, "Were you spying on us earlier, too."

"Yes, I was. What does it matter to you? I have all the information I need now so don't worry your pretty little head off, son. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone from now on, alright?"

"Wait, what do you mean lovebirds? What do you know?"

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Trunks: How long are you going to do this to me?

Kaiser: Why is it that every time you ask a question, you never say what the subject is? What the hell is this?

Trunks: This is delaying my getting together with Goten.

Kaiser: Whoever said that it was going to happen, anyway? What if I'm just leading everyone on a wild goose chase?

Goten: You mean that this story is just one pointless hobby of yours?

Kaiser: I NEVER SAID THAT. ALL I SAID IS THAT I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT FUTURE CHAPTERS UNLESS IT'S IN VERY SUBTLE HINTS.

Goten: You mean like telling Trunks this whole thing is a hoax.

Kaiser: NO. JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE.

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I still think that it's funny that I can trick so many of you. But, then again, I'm a master of the art of deception. That's not an art. Yes, it is. It has to be. It's my entire life. No, your entire life is 40 trickery 50 annoyance and 10 evil. Oh yeah, I forgot. Please review, please, before they take me back to that place… AAAAAAAAAH.