| STRANGE GIFTS Chapter 5-Two very confused people Days passed with weird early morning circumstances. Trunks.... "AHHHH!!!" The demi-saiyan fell flat on his face in the sheet of ice that was conviently frozen outside his home. Pan... Holding the box with twitching hands Pan stared down at the Goku shaped melting snowman, a giant sweatdrop on the side of her head. And... "HOLY...SHIT!!!" Trunks screamed as the reindeer charged into the front door of Capsule Corp behind, antlers poised to maim. Bulma screamed as the two charged past the kitchen. "TRUNKS!!! WHAT THE HELL!?!" "HELP ME!!!!!" And then... "Whoa!!!!" Pan leapt to catch the multicoloured parrot that had just leapt from the box marked 'hall'. "OW!!!OW!!! DAD!!!!" Gohan nearly facefaulted seeing a bird pecking furiously at Pan's hair. "Pan honey...is there something I should know...?" Another dreaded morning at the Breif's home... Bzzzzzzz. Trunks peered cautiously around the door. *Oh good. No life threatening or possible humilating things. Who is sending me all this stuff!?!?!?* "Here ya go." The delivery guy held out a small box. "Er...Thanks....?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?" He left off, eyes twitching in disbelief. TEETH!?! Poking her head around the door, Bulma stifled giggles. 'Snort, snort..." Trunks looked in horror at the same demon reindeer that was sent yesterday. "Uh...oh..." "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME!?!" Demi saiyan and demon reindeer flashed around Capsule Corp at high speeds in a continuous wail...much to the amusement of Bulma. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Yo man, you feeling okay?" Goten sipped in a large slushy, glancing at his friend. "Someone's been terrorising me..." Trunks rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Hm...really?" "Hey guys!!!" Bura waved enthuaistically from an icecream store nearby. "Bura...say...can I have some?" Goten looked at the icecream. "No." came the instant reply. "Brother dear, weren't you going to help us get Pan's stalker? You said you'll help us." "Bura...I'm really busy..." "Truuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnkkks..." Whined the girl pleadingly. "Buuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrraaaaaaaa...." Whined Trunks in return. "Iccccceeeeecccccrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeaaaaammmmmm...." They stared at Goten. Bura rolled her eyes and held out the cone. It disappeared from her hand in less than seconds. "All right dear sister, I'll see what I can do. I've got a stalker of my own to deal with anyway." Trunks got up from the park bench. *I'm looking for myself....this ain't good.* "Brother, you ALWAYS have girls...or men after you. Pan hasn't. She innocent." Their eyes met. The words 'Pan' and 'innocent' just don't go in the same sentence. Both laughed. Trunks finger saluted them. "Later guys." "Where you going?" Goten got up simultaneously. "Buying a present." "For Pan?" Eyes widening a little Trunks spun. "How...?" "So you are?" Goten grinned. "No!" The Son smile widened. "Hmm...Bura said something like this. You like my neice." "No I don't!" "If you don't then why are you denying it?" "I...." "Hm...blushing...." "GOTEN!!!" Trunks glared. "Just WHAT are you implying?" "You like my neice." Goten raised his eyebrows. Trunks narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Hmph. Admit already Brat, you like the baka's niece." They both looked in shock at the speaker. Vegeta. In leather. In a park. WITH ICE CREAM!?! Goten and Trunks's jaws dropped, the scene taking their ability of speech for a few moments. Vegeta swallowed the ice cream whole. "D-d-d-d-Dad, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!" There was absolutely NO way he could've kept the mind boggling shock from his voice. Crossing his arms, the always self proclaiming Prince of all Saiyans scowled. "Not what you think Brat. I do not go here for...fun." Ignoring Goten's still loose jaw Trunks stepped forward. "To help me?" He said hopefully. "Ha! Hell no! Your sister brought me to this...place to sample something called ice cream." "Oh..." Vegeta glared. "Five more days till that damn celebration Brat. What have you done about it?" Dark eyes locked on Goten. "Close your mouth baka." Sweatdropping, the younger and by all means, weaker, man did as he was told. Trunks took a sudden interest in his feet. With a grunt and an eyeroll Vegeta sat down on the bench. "This behaviour is seriously not worthy for the heir to the Saiyan throne Brat." "Father..." With the most particular look on his face, Vegeta looked at Trunks. "But, since this is absolutedly unacceptably...(noticably weary sigh) I...will...help...you." "!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?????????????????" Trunks's eyes bugged out. "I will NOT repeat myself. Take or leave it Brat. But even I can do better than frogs, bells and...dolls." Vegeta sneered. Trunks winced at the last. Silence lapsed. "Hey, how come you didn't ask me!?" Goten yelled suddenly making his poor friend jump a metre in the air. "Dad, I'll take it." Trunks confirmed. Vegeta grunted and walked away, arms crossed. "Soooooooooooooooooooo...you really DO like my neice." "SHUT UP GOTEN!!!" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Next chapter...Vegeta? The matchmaker!?! (A/N- is it just me that thinks it's a BAD idea?) |