Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ This One Thing ❯ A Movie and Nerf Guns? ( Chapter 2 )

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Ryu: Hello! Another chapter! I'd like to thank the one person that reviewed! lol ^^;; I got more reviews on fanfiction . net, but no matter, I'll add the next chapter anyways /grins/
I don't own any of the characters/stuff that appears in this story that are in the anime DBZ or any other anime!
                 

         I was pacing my room, every once in awhile pausing to gaze out the window in an attempt to see Goten. I looked down to notice that there was a slightly faded place in my teal blue carpet where I've been pacing for almost 30 minutes. Where is he? He should be here by now! Almost exhausted from pacing I collapse onto my bed and sigh deeply. I shouldn't worry..... It's not like he'd forget to come or anything. I mean he assured me that he wouldn't forget in Study Hall earlier!


          "Huh?" Goten looks up at me, clearly confused.
        
 &n bsp;       "You're coming over after school today, remember?" I respond. "Man, you sure can be clueless sometimes, baka."
        
   ;       "Hey, I resent that!" he exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.
        
 &nb sp;       "Fine I take it back, but you hafta admit, you've been forgetting a lot of stuff lately!"
        
 &nb sp;       "Like what?" he retorts.
        
 &nb sp;       "Well, for one thing, remember when we were watching TV at your house the other day and you asked halfway through a commercial break what we were watching? Or how about when I asked you to get some duct tape and you didn't come back so I had to go get you. And when I did I found you sitting watching TV?"


         "Ok, I get the point!" he exclaims, "You make it seem like I forget everything!"
        
  ;        "Fine, you obviously don't believe that, so you can prove me wrong by remembering to meet at my house right after school!" I remind him.
        
  & nbsp;      "Sure don't worry, I wouldn't forget that anyway. I mean when have I forgotten to come over to your place?" he responds.
        
 &n bsp;       "Yeah, you're right," I tell him. My mind returned to the fact that I had no idea what we could do. "Hey! I got an idea!"
        
   ;       "Whoa! Trunks Briefs has an idea! Mark this day down on the calendars!" he proclaims.
        
 & nbsp;       "Ok, ok. I deserved that one. But what I was going to say was that we could watch a movie or something," I suggest.
        
 &nb sp;       "Sure, I have Pirates of the Carribean on DVD, I could bring it over if you want," he states.
        
 &nbs p;       "Great idea, I haven't seen that movie yet, but it sounds like a great movie!"
        
 &nbs p;       ~BRRRIIIIINNNGGGGG!!!!!~
       &nbs p;
         "Well, I gotta get going," he says. "I hafta stop by at my house and tell mom where I'm going. She has this idea that I hafta tell her in person! I guess she's just 'looking out' for me though!" he continues, heading towards the door. I stand up, grabbing my stuff and heading towards the exit, smiling to myself. School is over until next week and I get to spend the whole weekend with Goten!


     & nbsp;   Yeah, I'm sure Goten will get here soon, he's just being a baka and taking his time! I roll over onto my back, my legs hanging off the side of the bed and gaze at the ceiling. Some of the little bumps on the ceiling start to look like a picture of Goten. I close my eyes and think, Why can't I get him out of my head? Because you're crazy about him , a little voice in my head simply responds. I guess it must be my subconscious speaking to me or some junk like that. Videl is studying to be a psychologist, maybe I should ask her what it means. Yeah, right. I can see it now: "Umm..Videl? Can I talk to you about something? Well, you see...I have a crush on someone, and well.....this someone is my best friend. What?! How did you know?! Oh it's that obvious? Then how come he doesn't notice? He's too busy thinking about me? Yeah, in my dreams! Oh, so you say I should just go all out and admit my feelings for him? It doesn't matter that he's, you know, my best friend and everything?" All that would do is cause me to gather up my courage to ask him and then I'd end up backing down just before I actually tell him! Maybe I wouldn't back down though, but even if I didn't he'd end up hating me for the rest of our lives, I'm sure he doesn't like me back. This is so confusing! Where is he?! I shouldn't let myself get all worked up over this, I can live with him just being a friend, live with not being able admit my true feelings. I mean he's just everything to me, I don't have to have the hope of being able to hold his hand every time we're together, the hope of being able to touch him when ever we're together...There I go again, working myself up over something that should be so simple. I should be able to just tell him, but for some reason I fear I'll lose him if I'll do, and I couldn't live without him in my life. I open my eyes and continue to stare blankly at the ceiling.
        
 &nb sp;       *Tap Tap Tap*
        
  & nbsp;      I turn my head toward the window to find Goten floating outside, tapping on the glass. He's smiling broadly at me and his green T-shirt is slightly ruffled from the flight and his hair is in a mess. I glance over at the clock before standing up and notice that he's over an hour late. I stroll over to the window and slide it open, it's one of those windows that open by sliding up. He climbs through the window and closes it behind him. Quickly, he slides his hand through his hair to straighten it a bit and smooths out his shirt.
        
   ;       "Hey, Goten," I say in greeting. "What took you so long?"
        
   ;       "Oh, y'know...my mom was being overprotective and didn't want me to leave until I had my homework done and she had to make sure that I'd packed my sleeping bag and junk," he responds, gesturing to his bag.
        
  & nbsp;      "Does she realize that we have a ton of spare rooms here?" I question, incredulously. "Rooms with actual beds that you could use, I'm sure you'd prefer a real bed over a sleeping bag!"
        
          "I dunno, I should mention that to her next time," he responds, laughing. He digs through his bag, after a minute he pulls something out of his bag. "Here, I remembered to bring it!" he states happily, showing me the DVD.
        
  & nbsp;      "Cool! You want to eat before we watch it?" I question.
        
 &n bsp;       "I dunno, I just ate before I came, how about we just grab something to eat while we watch?" he suggests.
        
 &n bsp;       "That works," I agree, "Let's go." I open the door and head down the stairs.
        
 &nbs p;       "Trunks! It's not polite to go in front of your guests!" he calls after me.
        
  &n bsp;      Laughing, I call back, "And who said that you were a guest?"
        
 &nbs p;       "That's not very nice!" I turn around at make a face. "Trunks!"
        
 &n bsp;       As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I'm tackled to the ground. "Ha ha, I got you!" he says.
        
          "Goten, that's not fair, I didn't even have a chance!" I exclaim. He looks a s if he's thinking about what I said so I take my chance and flip him over onto his back. "Now who's got who?" I question.
        
 &n bsp;       After about a half an hour we're both completely exhausted, collapsing on the carpeted floor in the living room. "So, should we get something to eat now?" I suggest, slowly sitting up.
        
  &n bsp;      He immediately responds, "Sure!"
         "How'd I know you were going to say that?" I ask, as we both stand up and head towards the kitchen. On the way Goten picks his DVD up off of the floor, since he had dropped earlier so he could tackle me. He sets it down on the counter and grabs a plate out of the cupboard. "If you're a guest, how come you know exactly where everything in the house is?" I ask him.
                 
   &nbs p;     He shrugs his shoulders, "I dunno. Maybe I'm psychic or something!" he suggests.
        
 &n bsp;       "In your dreams," I respond. He ignores my comment and proceeds to raid the fridge. After a minute or two, we both have our plates piled high with all sorts of food, sandwiches, cake, cookies, oranges, ketchup, etc....
        
 &nbs p;       "You got the DVD?" I ask.
        
  & nbsp;      "Check."
        
 &nb sp;       "Food?"
        
 &nbs p;       "Check."
        
 &nb sp;       "Brain?"
        
 &nb sp;       "Wha-? Hey!"
        
          "Ok, are we ready for two hours of Pirates of the Carribean?"
        
          "Yep!" With that we both plop down on the couch in front of my 72" wide-screen TV. We have a whole table covered in food in front of us and the lights are off. I glance over at Goten, his eyes are glued to the TV, I turn back to the screen and watch as the camera switches to a view of Jack Sparrow standing on his ship as it sinks into the ocean. Just as it's about to be completely submersed he steps onto the dock......


       &nb sp; The screen darkens as the ending credits begin to scroll down. "That was great! It's even better the fifth time you see it!" laughs Goten.
        
   ;       "I've been so deprived my whole life, I should have seen this sooner," I tell him. We both just sit here for a few seconds, each remembering our favorite scenes. I glance down at the table, realizing that it was covered in wrappers, crumbs, and other junk. "We should clean this up. My mom will kill us. She told us that the rules were that we had to keep the house as clean as it was when we came in!"
        
  & nbsp;      "Rules? Their more like...guidelines, than actual rules, wouldn't you say?" he tells me, quoting one of his favorite lines from the movie.
        
   ;       Realizing that we didn't exactly have to have the place cleaned up until mother got home, I go along with him, deciding to get him to help me clean it up tomorrow morning. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask.
        
  & nbsp;      He looks as if he's deep in thought for a moment and then repsonds suddenly, "Do you still have those nerf guns?"
        
   ;       After a second I get where he's going and smirk, "Sure do! They're in my room, under the bed." We both pause for a second, and then we race up the stairs.My feet pound on the stairs as I race up them and I shove the bedroom door open and dive inside. I search frantically underneath the bed, quickly coming upon a large cardboard box. I pull it out and yank the top off. I pull out one of the nerf guns and stand up facing the doorway. Goten comes around the corner of the doorway and freezes.
        
 &nb sp;       Looking quickly at what I'm holding he screams, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" He turns on his heel and runs down the stairs. I chase after him, quickly catching up. However, when I reach him he has another nerf gun in hands.
        
   ;       "Where'd you get that?" I question him, never taking my eyes off of him.
        
  & nbsp;      "I found it. I have psychic powers, remember?" he responds, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips. He takes a step in my direction and I back away slowly. Suddenly I turn around and run out the door into the backyard. Remember, this is the backyard of Capsule Corporation, meaning it's humongous. I take off into the sky, my ki leaving a blueish trail in my wake. I love acting like we're in elementary school again, with not a care in the world. When I'm pretty high up I search for Goten's ki. Feeling it right behind me, I glance back to see that he's right on my tail. I put more speed into my flight, hoping to outrun him.....