Versus 3: Eclipse
--All You Save: Back in the Day--
Bra, six years of age, ran into the living room, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "It's time for my favorite cartoon!! Pokemon!!" she sang. She sat on the sofa.
Fifteen-year-old Trunks stood behind the sofa with his hands on his hips. He frowned at his little sister and looked down on her out of the corner of his eye.
Bulma came into the room, followed by Vegeta, who was carrying several bags and suitcases.
Trunks looked at them and his eyes stretched. "Oh, no!"
Vegeta frowned at the boy and headed outside to put their bags in the car.
"Alright, kids. Your father and I are going away for the weekend," Bulma announced.
Vegeta came back inside.
Bra gasped. "You're leaving?!" she whined.
Trunks narrowed his eyes. "You're leaving?!" he whined at the same time Bra did.
"Yes. And I expect you to take care of the house and your sister," Bulma told Trunks.
"You're leaving HIM in charge?!" Bra asked. She looked at Vegeta. "Papa, Mom's leaving Trunks in charge!"
Vegeta looked at Bra and smirked. "Well, he IS the oldest."
"Hmph! I don't have to listen to him just because he's older!!" Bra said. She looked at Trunks. "If you try to tell me what to do, I'll fry you good." She looked back at the TV.
Trunks looked at Bra out of the corner of his eye.
Vegeta laughed. "Have fun, boy." He left.
"Take care, kids." Bulma waved good-bye to them.
"But Mom, I had plans for today," Trunks said. He turned his back to Bulma. "Now, if you want me to babysit, I'll have to know ahead of time so I can set my plans to do it. In this case, you're gonna have to make some phone calls to find a babysitter who can stay until you get back." He turned back around to Bulma, but she wasn't there. His shoulders slumped and he looked at the ceiling. Then he walked over to the sofa. "Alright, Bra--"
"No talking while Pokemon's on!" Bra said, still looking at the TV.
Trunks sighed loudly and went into the kitchen. "This is gonna be the worst weekend of my life." He sat at the table and lay his head on it. Soon he heard the doorbell ring, so he slowly walked back into the living room.
Bra had answered the door. Their visitor was Goten--age: 14.
"Hi, Bra. What are you doing answering the door?" Goten asked cheerfully.
Bra pouted. "Mom and Dad left for the weekend, so now I'm stuck here with the big chuckle-head in charge."
Goten looked at Trunks and grinned. "Guess that kills your plans with Milly, huh?"
Trunks squinted his eyes at Goten. "Shut up."
Goten picked up Bra and sat on the sofa with her on his lap. "What's on TV?"
"Pokemon," Bra answered.
"POKEMON?!!" Goten shouted. "I LOVE Pokemon! Especially that Pikachu! He's so cute!"
Bra giggled. "He's my favorite too." She looked at the TV. "It's back on."
Trunks looked at them lazily. "This is terrible," he muttered.
"No talking while Pokemon's on!" Bra and Goten said simultaneously, still looking at the TV.
Trunks threw his hands up and sat in a chair.
--after the show--
"Trunks, I'm hungry. Where's breakfast?" Bra asked.
"Breakfast?" Trunks said.
"Yeah, you know. The meal you eat in the morning," Bra snapped at him.
Trunks clinched his fists. "Listen, don't you get smart with me, you little brat."
Bra stood up. "What did you say?!!!" She started powering up and formed an energy ball in her hand.
"Alright, calm down. I'll cook you something," Trunks told her. "Just don't destroy the house." He went into the kitchen, muttering all the way.
"Gee, Bra. You're only 6 years old, but your power is almost equal to Trunks'," Goten said.
Bra smirked. "You haven't seen anything yet. Papa told me that my power is almost equal to Trunks' when he's about to go Super Saiyan. Pretty soon, I'll be able to go Super Saiyan. Papa just doesn't want me to try to do it yet," she said proudly.
Goten gave her a strange look. "Really?"
--in the kitchen--
Trunks had on a frilly apron and was running around the kitchen, trying desperately to make the food perfectly. "Should I make scrambled eggs, fried eggs, omelets, over-easy, sunny-side up...?" He was looking at a book called Eggs for Dummies. It was a book his mother used quite often and unsuccessfully. He shook his head and put on his oven mitts. "Man, I hope she appreciates all this hard work." He opened the oven and took out a pan of pretty alright-looking biscuits. "Hm."
--outside--
"Final Flash!!!!" Bra yelled, distributing her beam of energy.
"Kamehameha!!!!" Goten shouted, doing the same.
Bra had powered up to full power, so she was giving Goten a hard time, but surely if he went Super Saiyan, she wouldn't stand a chance.
--inside--
Trunks heard and felt the two outside. "Oh, NO!!" He ran out, fully clothed in cooking gear. "Both of you stop it!!" he bellowed angrily.
Goten looked over at him and looked surprised. His beam stopped and he ended up getting hit by Bra's attack. He fell to the ground.
Bra looked surprised. "Oops!" She ran over to Goten, as did Trunks.
The boy was mostly just toasted. He sat up and winced. "You...pack quite a wallop, Bra. You should be proud."
Bra smiled after she saw that he was okay.
"Am I babysitting both of you?!" Trunks asked. He stood with his hands on his hips. "Young lady, you go to the living room and sit there till breakfast is ready."
Bra frowned at Trunks, but did what she was told.
"Goten! She may be strong, but she doesn't have full control over her powers! You could have seriously injured her!!" Trunks lectured. "If she would have gotten hurt, I would have been held responsible. Dad woulda had my ass on a platter, you hear me?"
Goten looked at him from his seat on the ground and nodded.
"Now, what I want you to do is go get in my dad's regen tank for a while and I'll get you some clothes," Trunks said. "Don't ever pull a stunt like that again, got it?"
Goten nodded again, then raised his hand.
"What?" Trunks asked.
"Can I have some breakfast first?" Goten murmured.
"Breakfast?" Trunks said, looking confused. Then he looked surprised. "The bacon!!" He ran inside and went straight to the kitchen. The stove was on fire and a lot of it was spreading across the counters. "Why isn't the fire alarm going off?" He grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the fire in a matter of minutes. The whole kitchen was blackened and so was Trunks. He walked into the living room, where Goten and Bra sat peacefully watching TV.
"Trunks," Goten said, looking at him. "Is everything okay?"
Bra looked at Trunks too. "What happened in there?"
Trunks just stood there looking at them.
Suddenly the smoke detectors alarmed. Trunks rolled his eyes. "I'm going to take a shower. Then we'll go out to get breakfast."
--at the restaurant--
"Trunks," Bra said quietly.
Trunks poked his omelet and looked across the table at her. "Hm?"
"I'm sorry I caused so much trouble this morning," Bra told him. Her eyes watered and her voice was shaky.
Goten lowered his head. "I'm sorry too, Trunks. I was really stupid today. Not only that, I think I...broke your dad's regen tank." His voice trailed off terribly, but Trunks still heard him.
"You WHAT??!!!!!!!" Trunks yelled, standing from the table. His power level shot up quickly and he went Super Saiyan 2.
The whole restaurant, staff and customers, evacuated the building quickly.
"Trunks.... Please calm down," Bra whimpered.
Goten grabbed Bra like a package under his arm. "I think we'd better get outta here, kid!" He ran out of the building as quickly as possible. By the time they got outside and turned around to look at the restaurant, there was a blinding light around it. It immediately exploded and Trunks came floating out of the wreckage.
"I don't think he's happy, Goten," Bra muttered.
"Me either, kid," Goten said, still holding Bra.
"GOOOOOOOOTEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!" Trunks yelled, continuing to power up.
Bra grabbed Goten's shirt. "Let's get outta here!"
Goten held onto Bra and flew off as fast as he could.
Trunks turned around to them quickly after he felt Goten's power and he took off after them.
--on their way home--
"He just needs some time to cool off," Goten said, now flying slowly toward Trunks and Bra's house.
"I sure hope so. I have to stay with him alone tonight," Bra told him.
Goten frowned. "It's me he's mad at. He wouldn't take it out on you."
Bra looked up at him. "But what about you? I think he wants to hurt you."
Goten stopped dead in mid air and stared down at the house. He looked panicked. He swallowed hard and began to stammer, "F-f-f-from the look on his f-f-face, I th-th-think he does too."
Bra looked down at the house and saw Super Saiyan 2 Trunks standing on top of it, looking up at them with an angry look on his face. He narrowed his eyes. "Goten."
Goten pushed Bra behind him. "Trunks, I said I was sorry. What else can I do?"
"Bleed," Trunks said. He flew toward the boy at lightning speed with his fist drawn back, ready to knock Goten's soul from his body.
Bra phased in front of Goten with her arms stretched out and her eyes closed. "Trunks! Stop it!"
Trunks stopped his fist less than an inch from Bra's nose. His power dropped down, as did his hair. He was back to his regular form. "What are you doing?"
"Trunks, don't hurt Goten. He's your friend," Bra said.
"He's gonna get me killed. Now on any other occasion, that would be fine, but we're talking about Dad here," Trunks explained.
"What if I told you I can fixit?" Bra asked.
"Fix what?" Goten and Trunks questioned.
Bra looked into the sky. "Dad's regen tank."
Trunks smiled. "Oh, Bra. Can you?"
Bra nodded. "It shouldn't be a big problem."
Goten just looked surprised.
Bra flew down to the house and went straight to the tank.
Trunks looked at Goten. "Listen, Goten. I'm sorry I wanted you dead a few minutes ago. It's just that my dad would've killed me if he saw that his regen tank was busted."
Goten waved absently at Trunks. "I understand. I wouldn't want Vegeta to be mad at you. Are we still best friends?"
"Don't turn into an after school special, Goten," Trunks said. He went inside.
Goten only shrugged and followed him. "I'm hungry," he whined.
"We just got finished eating at that restaurant. Now come help me clean this kitchen. It's all your fault it's half burned, you know," Trunks said.
--some time later--
"Ah! Good as new!" Bra sighed, wiping sweat from her brow. She went into the kitchen.
"Ah! Good as new!" Trunks said.
"Finally," Goten added.
"Guess we all finished at the same time," Bra said.
"It's really fixed?" Trunks asked.
Bra nodded confidently. "Just the way Mom had it. Not much was wrong with it. The equilibrium inside the chamber was off a bit and a few knobs broke off. It's fine now."
"And you're sure she's six?" Goten asked.
Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Even I'm not sure anymore."
"Anyway, when do we eat?" Bra asked.
"I asked the same thing," Goten told her.
They both looked at Trunks.
--End All You Save: Back in the Day--
--Another episode of Eclipse is out. Hope you enjoyed it. As you can see, it was another of my infamous past episodes. It's fun to do, so I do it. Thanks for reading and thanks for the reviews. Let me know what you think.
--Happy holidays to all! See you again for the next episode!