Chapter Title: The question everyone's asking themselves, even me. How did Sharpener get out of jail?
Disclaimer: All DBZ Character's do NOT belong to me. Even though if you're selling Future Trunks I'll buy him with the 97 cents I have in my Trunks piggy bank. Kana, Crunch, Squish, Splat, Skirt, and Shirt are all my own Characters. Veto is my Self Defence teacher, so I can't claim him as my own.
An: Hello! How are you all! Okay, we finally find out where Trunks is, how Goten's doing alone in his house, what the parents are doing (Like we don't already know that), and how in the firy bits of hell, Sharpener got out of jail long enough to blow up Videl's house.
Last Time: Gohan and Videl hook up and hang out. We meet Veto (He is sooo cool. HE SHORTER THEN ME!), Gohan teaches them how to fish, and we get a brife glemce of the Briefs household.
***Story***
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs! You must concentrate if you ever want to be able to get this attack down right!" Piccolo screamed for the umpteeth time in the last ten minutes. Trunks who had stopped half way through the attack for the umpteeth time in the last ten minutes looked at his sensi and sighed.
"Sorry," Trunks grumbled, going back to the beginning of the attack. Piccolo sighed and shook his head.
"It is about time to eat anyway, come on," Piccolo grumbled, turning and walking into the eating area of the Hyperbolck Time Chamber. Trunks sighed, and followed his temorary training instructer into the cooking area. Piccolo pulled out a gallon of water, and poped it open, sitting down and starting to drink it. Trunks sighed and started to cook. Trunks had gotten pretty good at cooking while on training trips with people. His father just ate raw meat, and no veggie's, and Piccolo didn't eat at all, so neither of them cooked. His father only ate right on the training trips he took Trunks on because Trunks would cook for them both.
A half hour later, Trunks sat down at the table with a huge stack of sandwhiches and an equaly big pan of soup. Piccolo watched as Trunks ate, devorering the sandwhichs, and soup with manners, which astonded Piccolo, no matter how many times he saw it. Trunks didn't spill one drop, didn't let one crum fall, he wiped his face with a napkin, and used a spoon, not just slurped his soup. Trunks also kept himself from scrapping every last drop of soup from the pan, saving Piccolo's ears from something Goku and Goten always did. Piccolo watched in open mouth disbelive as Trunks closed his mouth and covered it when he burped, and also said 'excuse me' in a polite manner.
Trunks got to his feet, picking up his dishes, walked to the sink and started to clean them. When he was done, he walked to the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange jucie and popped it open, guzleing it. He didn't spill a drop. Glanceing at Piccolo, Trunks laughed, nearly spewing jucie out his nose.
"What?" Trunks asked, after coughing a little from the juice going down the wrong pipe. Piccolo opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before shaking his head and taking a deep breath.
"You have table manners," Piccolo finally mangaged to choke out. Trunks doubled over laughing when he heard this.
"Of... Hahaha... Course I have table.... Tab.... Table manners. Living..... Living with... With my mom.... You... You have to have.... Have table.... Tab... Table manners," Trunks chocked out around burst of uncontrolable laughter.
"Vegeta doesn't," Piccolo said, with indignantiy.
"He has... Has more manners... Then he did... Did when he moved in. At.... At least that's..... That's what my.... My mom says," Trunks said, between even more burst of laughter. Piccolo sighed and shook his head, getting to his feet and walking out of the area, heading for the bathing area. Trunks continued to sniker as he started to strip, getting ready to take a nap. He fell on his stomach on his bed, closed his eyes and was instantly thrown into a dreamfilled slumber.
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Goten sat at the window and looked out, wishing with all his might he could get out of the stuffy house. But he knew he had to stay inside, or he'd be in big trouble with mom. He sighed and laid back, looking at the roof, his hands laced behind his head. He really didn't like having to take at least four cold showers a day, and watch Barney until his head hurt from the singing and danceing. He was going to go insane if he didn't get out of this house, or at least talk with someone. He was about ready to go and take another cold shower when the phone rang.
Jumping to his feet, Goten ran to the phone and picked it up, "Moshi Moshi?" Goten listened, and waited, wondering who was calling.
"Hey Goten, it's me," a female's voice came over the line. Goten's eyes went wide and he smiled broadly as her image appeared in his head. She was in lose jeans and a tight tank top. Without knowing it, Goten started to undress her, mentally that is.
"Hey, how are you?" Goten asked, sitting down at the kitchean table, leaned back and kicked his feet up, laying them on the tabletop. Goten smiled, and closed his eyes, letting his mind wonder a little.
"Good, I hear that you've been locked in your house for the next two weeks. Is it true?" She asked. Goten groaned.
"God, thanks for reminding me," Goten groaned, feeling himself drop throuhg the floor. He heard her sniker lightly.
"Sorry man, I guess it is true," the female laughed out, before clucking lightly. "Hey! Wait! Your locked in your house because you're in heat right? You aren't mentally undressing me are you?" The female on the other line cried, forceing Goten to hold the phone from his ear.
"Oops, caught me," Goten said, before jerking the phone from his ear as the person on the other line started to scream at him. He sighed, setting the phone on his shoulder and started to raid the fridge. There was so many food capsules in the fridge he wouldn't be able to eat all of them in a year, let alone two weeks. He half listened to the insults from the other line as he popped a couple of the capsules into the microwave, and hit the start button.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME GOTEN!?" The female on the other line screamed, not at all happy with her friend.
"Sorry Skirt, of course I'm listening to you," Goten mumbled, putting the phone back to his ear. Skirt, a short, teal haired worrior in a super model's body, calmed considerbly, and started to laugh.
"Man, Goten, you really are naive sometimes," Skirt chuckled. Goten put on the famouse Goku grin and opened the microwave as it beeped indignintly.
"I know I am," Goten snikered out, sitting down at the table and started to eat, after hitting the speaker button on the phone so he could eat and talk with her at the same time.
"Goten did you just put me on speaker phone?" The female asked. Goten nodded, swollowing before answering.
"Yeah, I'm trying to eat," Goten said. Skirt sighed and they continued to talk.
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Bulma gasped for breath, laying beside Vegeta after yet another round of love making. She glanced over at Vegeta to see that he was also gasping for breath and looked about ready to pass out. She had come into the Gravity Room to give Vegeta the food she's made for him. He had looked at her and jumped her, tearing her favorite shirt to shreads in a mad fit of passion. Now afterwards, she felt the after effects of the pleasure slowly fade, and she felt the throbbing ache of her hips. They were once again bruised, but she didn't care. She loved laying with her husband, no matter how much she hurt afterwards. Vegeta's breathing slowed, and hers soon followed. Glancing at Bulma, Vegeta smiled and rolled over to hover above her smiling slightly down at her.
"Are you okay?" Vegeta asked. Bulma looked at him for a moment, thinking about what he had said seven years ago. Wondering about what he had said, Bulma didn't answer his question instead she asked one of her own.
"Vegeta, seven years ago you said that when a male Saiyan is in heat, and he lays with a female, that female bares a child, does that mean that I too am bearing a child?" Bulma asked, looking at him, a worried, curios look on her face. Vegeta sighed, laying his forehead against Bulma's shoulder.
"Yes," Vegeta mumbled. He was happy that he had another child, but he didn't want her to know until after he was out of heat. That way he wouldn't have to keep himself in check the whole time.
"Does this mean Chi-Chi's pregnant as well?" Bulma asked, wonder if Goten would have a little sibling.
"Yes, are you going to answer my question or not women?" Vegeta asked, getting a little angry.
"Yes I'm fine, why ask?" Bulma asked, looking into Vegeta's eyes. Vegeta smiled, griped her thieghs gently and spread them.
"Because, I'm not done with you yet," Vegeta breathed into her ear as he wrapped her legs around his hips.
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ChiChi slipped into the hot water, glad the door was locked. She really needed a little time to herself. Reaching out of the tub and onto the floor, ChiChi picked up her book, flipped it open and started to read. She just needed to soak for a while, and that's what she was going to do. How she hated having her hips throb, how she hated not being able to walk right. But how she loved withering under her husbend, how she loved loosing her voice because she screamed his name so loud, how she loved hearing him cry her name or growl because of her. Sighing gently, ChiChi laid the book down, raised her leg into the air, out of the water and picked up the shaving cream and started to shave her legs.
Goku, standing outside the bathroom door, listened to his wife's thoughts, through the bond they shared. He snikered at the thoughts floating her head, and let her feel that he was listeneing.
ChiChi snikered and changed her train of thought drasticly, forcing her thoughts to Gohan's birth, and Goten's. And the kids, wondering how Gohan and Goten were doing. Goku sighed and walked away, shacking his head. ChiChi snikered and continued to shave her legs.
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"So Gohan, you finally found her? I'm sorry for doubting you're feeling that she was still alive," Ox King said, slaping Gohan on the back and wrapped his masive arm around Videl's shoulders.
"It's okay Grandpa. I was wondering if I could stay the night here with you?" Gohan said, looking up at his grandfather. Ox King chuckled and nodded.
"You know you don't have to ask Gohan. I talked to your mother last night, she seemed.... A little preoccupied," Ox King said, winking at Gohan. Gohan blushed and shook his head.
"Well that's Dad for you," Gohan chuckled, rolling his eyes, walking into the kitchean, opening the fridge and started to raid it. Videl looked at the geint that had his arm around her and smiled broadly. After seven years living alone, Videl had never trusted someone so quikly as she did this large man. Glanceing over at Gohan who was looking over his shouder at her, Videl's smile turned loving. Gohan returned her smile as he turned from the fridge and dropping the arm load of food onto the table. At the sight of all the food, Videl's jaw dropped open.
"So, Gohan, how's life been treating you?" Ox King asked, going into the kitchean with his grandson and helping Gohan set out the rest of their meal.
"Good, the boss is a bitch though," Gohan said, pulling out a chair for the still dumbfounded Videl. Just as Gohan pushed the chair in after Videl sat down in it, she clutched at her head, more memories flooding back into her head.
"ChiChi, Goten, Goku, Kirrlin, 18, oh Kami I remember the WMAT," Videl whispered, thinking back to it all. "Vegeta blowing all those people up, Bulma breaking down, I remember it all," Videl's whisper made Gohan smile. He nodded and laid his hand on her elbow.
"It's okay, let it all come, soon you'll remember everything else. It won't take long, I promise," Gohan said in a soft voice.
"Sharpener, oh the jerk! He did this to me," Videl snarled, pounding a fist onto the table hard enough to make the dishes bounce considerble. Gohan snikered and sat down at the table, looking at all the food, his smileing broadening.
"He got what he deserved. Although he almost took us with him," Gohan said through a mouthful of curry chiken and rice. Instictivly, Videl picked up a chop stick and poked Gohan in the forehead with it, glaring.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Videl scolded. Gohan blushed and dipped his head, finishing his mouth full before looking back up at her. She smiled and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and closeing her eyes. She was about half asleep when something hit her. Something Sharpener had said years ago, about a month before She had met Gohan. He had a twin brother, one that looked and sounded just like him, who was, in about a year after he had told her this, coming home from being in a milatary school in Russia. Her eyes poped open and she stared at Gohan for a moment before jumping to her feet, and running toward the phone on the wall.
"Can I use your phone? Thanks," Videl didn't wait for an answer and scopped up the phone. Hitting in the information number she waited. "East Capital city jail please," she waited until they connected her and for someone to pick up the phone. When someone finally did, Videl asked a question that made Gohan fall out of his chair. "Do you have a prisoner named Sharpener Chung in your jail?" She waited and gulped when she heard the reply from the other line.
"Yes we do, would you like me to tell him you called. He gets one phone call a week, I could have him call you," the man on the other line comented, makeing Videl shake her head vigerisly.
"No, but thanks for your time, bye" Videl hung up the phone and turned to look at Gohan. "Sharpener had a brother, a twin that looked and sounded just like him. His brother was in a milatary school until about a year after Sharpener told me this, and that was about a month before I met you. I just remembered. It wasn't Sharpener who blew up my house and made me lose my memeries, it was his twin, killing himself to get revenge for his brother," Videl whispered, slowly sliding down the wall, to sit with her knee's drawn up to her chest.
AN: HA HA! I made it! From now on I will try to post a chapter of this story on Thursday, every three weeks, kay? So that gives me three weeks to write the next chappie and for you guys to wait for it. I'm glad I was able to get this finished. This poped into my head, half way through the last chappie, and well, here ya go.
Next time: Day three of 'The Chaos of The Saiyan Males'. I should have named the story that, but oh well, if I write a next part I'll name it that. But anyway, We check in on Vegeta and the gang at Capsule Corp. Along with Pan and Bra,