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"Man, this is impossible!" growled Trunks as he punched a hole through his pillow. The embarrassing incident earlier had made him very angry.

"I-I didn't—sniff—I didn't do it!" Goten started crying. He didn't like being accused of something he hadn't done, not one bit! "I'm not a—sniff—a li-little kid anymore! WAAAAHHH!"

His best friend, already very frustrated, snapped, "Stop crying, Goten! We'll get them for sure!"

"Huh? Wh-what do—sniff—what do you mean, Trunks?"

"Look. I dunno who dared to do that…" he began. At first he suspected Vegeta had done that, but knowing that his father couldn't care less about earthlings' way of entertainment, Trunks shoved his suspicion away. Vegeta was one lucky guy. "But I'm sure that guy will attend the party later."

Goten caught Trunks's flow, and at this point he was no longer in tears. "You mean…"

"That's right, Goten. We're gonna get them all," he said. A very Vegeta-ish smirk formed on his face. "Forget about the little firecrackers, we're gonna use lots of rockets!"

"Cool, rockets! What's your plan, Trunks? C'mon, tell me!"

"Well, listen carefully…"

As Trunks explained his so-called tweaked grand plan to his co-conspirator, the latter's eyes began to dilate. Just like when they were planning their Hacked Calculator Prank, they giggled insanely when Trunks concluded. With a very devilish smile and nefarious gleam in their eyes, the roguish Saiyan hybrids shook hands with one another.

"Heh heh. Whoever did that stupid thing to us is gonna pay."

"Yeah! And that big dummy's gonna pay dearly!"

By the time the clock struck nine, people had gathered at Capsule Corp with their best apparel, making the backyard more colourful than Goku and Vegeta's rainbow-coloured glittery sphere attack when they fused. Goten was in his—and Chichi's; it was her who had asked him to bring it along for his stayover so he could wear it to the party—favourite blue and light purple changshan, while Trunks, not really fond of stiff attire, had put on his green hoodie and blue bermuda shorts. Everybody was complimenting each other's outfit except Piccolo and Vegeta, of course. For the latter, being coerced into attending this party had been more than a waste of time, much less mingling around with other people he didn't really want to be around with. Knowing him, he would rather spend his entire New Year's Eve inside the gravity room than attend this party which according to him was pointless.

Although the backyard was minimally decorated, one wouldn't be able to simply ignore the lively atmosphere and not get absorbed in it. Bulma had hired a DJ for the event, two pool tables had been placed, people were watching an epic game of poker between Eighteen, Dende, Master Roshi, Old Kai, and Chichi, and a long buffet table brimming with enough food to satisfy more than ten hungry Saiyans had been set up in the middle of the lawn. All in all, Capsule Corp was in stark contrast to its white, bleak, and snowy surroundings, and everything was normal and going smoothly according to plan.

But of course, there were these two runts to whom 'normal' was synonymous with 'boring', and to be despicable spoilsports was their way of life. Unbeknownst to the others, the double troublemakers benefitted from their enthusiastic excitement of the lively party; they took this golden opportunity to have their grand plan prepared. When nobody was looking, they sneaked beneath the buffet table and arranged everything according to their design.

"Alright, we're done. Now we just gotta wait," said Trunks. He was extremely satisfied for how fast they could carry out the preparations.

"How long? How long?" Goten, couldn't wait to breathe life into their plan, was already overflowing with anticipation.

Trunks began to make a quick calculation in his head. He had to make sure to time everything correctly for their ultimate prank to produce the maximal gusto. "Hmm… let's play with the others to avoid suspicion. We'll hide again when it's a quarter to twelve."

And so they proceeded to mingle around, but the idea of food was more appealing. It was a buffet table after all; everyone could have a bite whenever they felt like to. Hmm… they delighted at the fatty bacons, succulent steaks, perfectly grilled satays, fresh fruits, and sweet desserts. They had to stock themselves before their plan was executed, because there would be no more food after that.

Time passed and it was time for the others to gather around the buffet table, ready with bottles of champagne and party poppers. In just a few minutes a new day would begin, the year would change, and their lives would take another turn of the page. Everybody was singing Auld Lang Syne when Gohan noticed something wrong.

"Hey Videl, have you seen Goten and Trunks?" he asked his girlfriend.

Videl took a look around but couldn't see them and shook her head. "Hmm, nope. I guess they're playing video games in Trunks's room… but they were with us just a few moments ago, right?"

Goku, overhearing the conversation, just tapped his son's shoulder. Why so gloomy when everyone was having a good time? "Don't worry, they may just be playing somewhere. They do it all the time," he said nonchalantly.

"But dad, that's exactly why we have to start worrying. You have no idea what those two are capable of," said Gohan in a very gloomy tone, "There's no stopping them once they've started. Things are guaranteed to go downhill and the results can be extremely frightening. They're horrible plotters, those two little hobgoblins… they're the Frieza and Cell of us Z-fighters!" Having said that, he began to think that said villains had been lucky the demolition duo hadn't been there during their battles, or else they would've lost every ounce of their sanity—not that the OCD-afflicted Cell had one to begin with, anyway.

Meanwhile, in a hidden space very, very near to the joyful Z-fighters, the lost boys were more than ready to exhibit their work of art. Not wanting to inhale the allegedly repugnant stink of their bombs, Trunks passed a gas mask to Goten and proceeded to put another one on his face. Then, when Bulma was making her speech about how things had happened this year, the mini-demons gave each other the thumbs up and began igniting their stink bombs with weak energy balls.

"So, with this year nearly ending, I would like to thank all—sniff sniff—eww! What's this smell?"

Seeing the bluish green-haired lady get distracted all of a sudden, the others looked around to see if anything was off, then wrinkled their nose when they noticed the unbelievably unpleasant stench. Needless to say, chaos ensued not long after.

"Whoa! Did somebody step on animal dung?"

"Someone must have eaten grilled bats and passed gas…"

"Gohan! You know better than to break wind in front of people!"

"Mom, I didn't… oh gosh, this is too much. Buu, turn this chair into air freshener now!"

"Mama! Mama! Marron wanna go home!"

"Krillin, stop acting like a fool! You can't smell it, you don't have a nose!"

"My Dear Elder! Hang in there! Oh no, he's out cold…"

"My nose is burning! Piccolo even turns green!"

"This is the way I am. But somebody find the source of this nauseating smell!"

Oh, how the twin terrors rejoiced at the reactions of their victims! They peeked out from behind the tablecloth and giggled insanely at the commotion they had caused. The sight of Fat Buu chugging the frangipani-scented aerosol he had made out of a chair and emitting fragrant steam from his orifices was just plain hilarious! However, the reeking fume proved to be too strong for their masks to handle, and being completely engulfed in it was slowly taking its toll on them.

"Gee, Trunks. I can still smell the bombs. They must be really bad!" Goten complained. His light peach face was slowly assuming a sickly shade of green.

"Bleargh! This is even worse than Majin Buu's body odour!" whispered Trunks. It took everything in him not to throw up inside his mask. "Hang in there just a little bit more, Goten."

And downhill went things, just like Gohan said. Everybody was either struggling for fresh air or lying on the ground in a bout of seizure, but a certain person in pink Badman shirt managed to keep his composure although it took everything in him to do so. In Vegeta's mind this situation was unnervingly familiar; he could've sworn he had seen or experienced something like this before, but where? He tried as hard as he could to remember, but with this highly foul smell wafting in the air it was extremely difficult just to concentrate.

"T-trunks… I can't hold on much longer…"

"Goten! Hang in there! They're gonna burst!"

All of a sudden, a series of loud popping sounds, just like a full-automatic assault rifle being fired by a trigger-happy soldier, thundered from under the banquet table, startling those who were either steadfast or foolhardy enough to stand the crazy aroma from earlier and knocking those who were already on the verge of insanity unconscious. In the middle of this hysteria, everything began to register in Vegeta's mind. Quickly he put two and two together as his memory skimmed through the videos he had watched in Trunks's computer. Emission of a rank smell followed by a little surprise at the end… that's it! The Stink Bomb Revenge!

"No! Those brats!" growled the Saiyan Prince as he squatted down and unveiled the tablecloth which draped all the way down from the edge of the buffet table. He had expected a stink bomb in flames just like what the video had shown, but the complexity of the fruits of those little jokers' twisted collective mind never failed to dumbfound even the most prepared of people. There wasn't a single stink bomb in flames under the table; rather, there were Trunks and Goten, each donning an intimidating gas mask, hovering above MANY stink bombs in flames strategically placed near the wicks of countless rocket-type fireworks. And what would happen to a wick placed near fire? It would light up. In this case, the wicks had lit up.

"Okay, Goten! Here comes the big one!"

"Fin-blurp-finally! Let's go!"

"Why, you…! EVERYBODY GET—"

Vegeta was two seconds late. All the rockets had already been engaged and an instant later, exactly at the stroke of midnight, they—along with Trunks and Goten who cried "Happy new year! Ah, fresh air!" for the world to hear—burst out from beneath the table, flipping it over in the process. Plates took flight in fright, bowls sprung in surprise, plastic cutleries and cups jumped for joy, and various kinds of food and cakes were flung into the air before landing unceremoniously on some unfortunate people's face, including those who were unconscious. Poor Marron had a bowl of caramel pudding on her head; her mother couldn't conjure an Android Barrier quick enough to shield her from the raining hazards.

Looking down from high in the sky, the destructive duo watched the brilliant display of light created by the exploding rockets. They exchanged a high-five and danced in glee for the success of their grand plan which had been subjected to major tweaking, then blasted through the cold night sky while twirling around each other, intent on destroying other poor, unfortunate souls' New Year Celebration. Alas, they forgot about the magnificent ability of a certain someone; they were stopped dead in their tracks when said person suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of them.

With a glare which was somewhat toned down by two slices of cheesecake clinging on his hair, he said, "Playtime's over."

The two terrified little urchins gulped in unison. "Uh-oh."

With almost superluminal speed Goku scooped them both with one hand and translocated back to Capsule Corp.

"Oh well. At least we had fun, huh Goten?"

"That was cool! But I think we forgot something."

"What is it?"

"Tying up Kibito Kai on top of the flag pole, or drown him in the pool or something."

"I know. But that's okay, it's worth it, right?"

"Yeah! Let's do it again sometime, Trunks!"

"Alright, time's up," a teenager's voice interjected. Gohan was standing in front of them, sporting a sly, malicious smile. "It's time for us to have fun."

They had no regrets. Their grand plan proved to be a huge marvel—at least for them—and they were successful in closing the year with a blast, literally. As they finished their conversation everyone present in the party, each wielding Cooking Utensils of Apocalypse—frying pans, barbecue grills, saucepans, and woks made of genuine, high-quality katcheen imported straight from the Sacred World itself—Kibito Kai had materialised for them earlier, marched one by one toward the two helpless tykes tied together to a tree, who each donned a satisfied smile. Yup, for them, the trouble they had gone through and this punishment they were about to take were all worth it.

"Hey, Goten. In case we don't survive, I wanna tell you something."

"What is it, Trunks?"

"Happy new year. It's been a pleasure knowing you."

"Happy new year, Trunks. I'm glad to know you, too."

Trunks and Goten had to agree that it had been a very good year all along. If they survived this onslaught, they would make sure that the following year would be even better for them and even worse for others. Yup, those sadistic little angel-faced fiends would stop at nothing to hone their skills in practical jokes. As long as they were alive and well, there was zero chance of escaping their antics, and they would be restless until they have pulled what they dubbed "Our Perfect Pranks" successfully.

Readers, for your own good, exercise extreme caution. Chances are that Trunks and Goten somehow escaped—or at least survived—their punishment, and at this moment they might be lurking in the shadows in your house, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make their move and pull their Other-Worldly pranks on you. Be alert, and be safe!