Revenge of the Fly
authored by: amanda_megami23
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/AU (Alternate Universe)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ; I don't even own this computer I'm sitting at!!
A/N: This is my first fic, so don't get angry if you don't like it (angry people makes me sad)! And yes, I do know some of them are OOC, but that's because I'm a WEIRDO!!!
Chapter 05
“ARGHHHH!!! Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! Dad, what’re you doing?!” Trunks screamed hysterically. He ran over to Vegeta took the remote out of his father’s hand.
"What’s wrong, brat?" Vegeta asked bemused. “Caught sight of a spider?”
Trunks quickly turned off the TV and threw the remote in the trashcan. Then he ki-blasted the television and kicked what was remaining.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Vegeta screamed and rapidly took the remote from the trashcan. "There, there. It’s gonna be all right now. That bad purple-haired boy won’t harm you anymore," Vegeta said as to comfort the remote.
"Dad, you were watching Teletubbies! No way am I gonna let my father be hypnotized by that freaking TV-show!”
“What do you mean?” Vegeta said and looked at Trunks. Trunks noticed that Vegeta’s eyes were like two spinning spirals.
“Uh…” was all Goten managed to say.
"You are a very bad boy, Trunks!" Vegeta complained to his son.
"I have just saved your life!" Trunks protested.
“Y-You… you’re mean! You never respected my fragile emotions, but Goku would be there for me…" Vegeta sniffed.
“Since when did you call Goku by his real name?” said Trunks. “You’re always calling him Kakarot."
“I… changed my mind…” Vegeta answered.
Suddenly they heard a weird noise. Like when an earthquake occurs, except the ground wasn’t shaking.
Trunks and Goten looked surprised at each other. Trunks frowned.
Then suddenly something crashed into the lounge and left the room in a mess of broken walls, dust and Saiyans. When the dust disappeared and they were able to see again, Vegeta, Goten and Trunks got surprised to see the time machine that was lying on the floor in front of them.
Bulma came running out of the kitchen. She saw what had happened and walked over to the place where Trunks and Goten were standing. Vegeta was sitting on the couch, pale and scared. He slowly turned his head towards her.
"Shit, that was scary!" he managed to whisper.
Bulma gave a sigh of relief and looked up. She looked at the time machine.
“I… I think it’s Hope," she said unsure. Suddenly they heard noises from the time machine. The door opened and revealed a purple-haired boy who slowly stepped outside.
“A small step for a man, a giant leap for mankind…” Trunks (let’s just call him MT, as in Mirai-Trunks) said before he fell to the ground.
Bulma quickly ran over to her “second” son.
“Trunks! Trunks, what happened?" she said concerned.
Trunks moaned complaining. ”But mommy, I don’t wanna bake a cake. Daddy told me real men don’t bake…”
Bulma sighed and threw a bucket of water on him.
"Ah maaaaaan! Now my gorgeous hair got ruined! Thanks a lot, mom!"
Bulma ignored him. But she couldn’t understand why Vegeta and MT were acting so weord. It had all started when Vegeta had fainted in the Gravity Room. When he woke up he was acting a lot different from what he used to. Almost like Goku or Piccolo. She was very worried.
"Uhm… Mirai Trunks…?" she started but got interrupted by Trunks.
“’Mirai’ Trunks… Oh, I just hate that name. Don’t you guys hate that name? And everybody keeps saying it, and I try to prevent them from saying that but nooo, cuz no one ever listens to me; I’m just the other Trunks right? But how many times do I have to tell you guys: Duck! I mean… Fuck! That’s not my name!”
Bulma, Vegeta, Trunks and Goten just starred at him.
Bulma (thinking): “Oh my God he’s just talking and talking! Though I can’t believe I never noticed that he was that desperate…”
Vegeta (thinking): “That’s just amazing! I mean, you think you know someone… I never noticed that he could keep talking when everything I hear is: bla, bla, bla, bla…”
Trunks and Goten (thinking the same): “Babble, babble, babble…”
“No, I’m serious!” MT said as he guessed what they were thinking from their face expressions.
At this point he was almost crying. Bulma, Trunks and Goten just starred perplexed at him.
Suddenly Vegeta got up and went over to Trunks. He placed an arm on the purple-haired boys’ shoulders.
“I know exactly what you mean, son,” Vegeta started. “When I was younger, my dad never paid any attention to me. And I did weird things just to make him notice me… One day, I even dressed out in my mothers’ dresses, put on her lipstick, her eyeshade, wore her bra, you know, things like that.”
The boys just stared at him.
“I just wanted him to notice me,” Vegeta went on. “Well, he did, and you wanna know what he said?"
"Tell me, pa!" MT whispered.
“He said: ‘Bring me that fucking remote, boy, Oprah’s on.’” Trunks and Goten starred wide-eyed at Vegeta. MT was crying.
Vegeta seemed to think a little about what he had just said. Then he added: "Well, at least he said something that sounded freaky to me." When he thought about it, Vegeta couldn’t remember if his father had said anything in the first place. Had he even had a father?
“Uh… what were we talking about again?”
When MT had stopped crying, they all noticed that Bulma was gone.
"Hey, where’s mom?" Trunks asked.
"In her pants," Goten answered and laughed along with Vegeta and MT. Trunks blushed and stared uncomfortably at Goten who gave him his Goku-smile.
“Come on, Trunks. You must admit that that was funny," MT said. Vegeta laughed.
“Funny and true!” They all laughed again except Trunks who glared angrily at MT to at least make his conscience feel bad.
MT shrugged. “Sorry man, what I can’t do back home, I must do here.”
Vegeta snickered. “I’m going to go upstairs and watch some TV. Anyone gonna join me?" he asked.
"I’m on!" MT said.
"Thank you, but me and Goten have something more important to do, right Goten?" Trunks said and grabbed Gotens arm.
"But I wanna watch television with them," Goten complained.
"Goten. NOW! In my room! We have got *cough* some very important things *cough* *cough* we need *piccolo* *cough* to do," Trunks said.
Author: Wait a frikken minute! That’s my thing!
Trunks: “What?”
Author: That coughing thing!
Trunks: “Guess it’s catching on!”
Author: You can’t use my trick, it’s mine! Besides, that’s not even real coughing!
Trunks: Sure it is. Now back to the show.
Author: That’s my line too!
Trunks: And ACTION!
Author: No! You’re stealing my lines!
Security guards: You’re coming with us, missy.
Author: No I’m not, he is. *points at Trunks* Take him with you! I haven’t done anything!
SG: Sorry, we’re only doing what we’re told to do by our boss.
Author: I’m your boss dammit! Me, me!
SG 1: *throwing himself on the floor* I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy!
SG 2: ... But still, we have to take you away.
Author: No, you can’t do this to me! Nooo! *gets dragged away*
Trunks: “As I was saying…”
Author: Yes?
Trunks: “What the… I though the security guards dragged you away?”
Author: They did, but now I’m back!
Trunks: “Weird…”
Author: I know, but we all learn to live with you… eventually.
Trunks: “…”
Author: On with the show!
After Trunks had “coughed” *cough* (now that's a real cough!)…
“Wow, Trunks. Are you ill? You should see a doctor with that coughing," Goten said.
Author: See! See!
Trunks: “Can’t we just get back to the story?”
Author: Sure… And the story continues!
Trunks blushed. He grabbed Goten’s ear and dragged him up the stairs to his room. Goten whimpered like a wounded dog.
Trunks locked the door, released Goten’s ear and threw himself on the bed. He placed a pillow on his head.
“Goten you’re such an idiot,” Trunks mumbled from under the pillow.
Goten sighed and rolled with his eyes. “Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me of it.”
“We were supposed to meet Piccolo here, remember!?” Trunks said and removed the pillow.
“Oh yeah,“ Goten said as he suddenly remembered. “When will he be here?”
Trunks gazed at his watch. He looked up at Goten. “In ten minutes,” he answered.
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What the - ? Is it just me, or do you feel it too? It was a boooring chapter! Aaaargh! Or was it? Please review and let me know. Puleeze?
Well, next chapter will be up soon, but until then: Don’t think evil thoughts about my hamburger… uh, I mean fan fiction… ;D
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A/N: Should have made this chapter longer somehow... It's too short!
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