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Who: Trunks and whoever.
Where: Plaza!
When: 28th?
Style: Action
Status: Open like my heart

[Trunks' eyes flew open, his expression panicked and afraid--it might have been only two months since he disappeared from Vatheon, but for him it had been much longer.

And much more eventful.

And of course, he'd forgotten all about Vatheon until now, seeing the coral was bringing everything back--his mother, father, sister, Gohan...but of course there were the memories of back home, the appearance of the androids, Cell, the violent fighting between the crazed, perfection-obsessed android and the other fighters, Goku's sacrifice...

...the death beam coming at him out of the sudden storm, far too fast to dodge or block, even if he could, even if he were strong enough...

His dripping wet, long hair stuck to his face and neck as he sat up and looked down at the ragged hole in his chest armor, his blood still stubbornly staining the broken edges (it would be worse in back, so much worse...)

Well. Shit.]

...it couldn't have been two seconds earlier?

[Some rescue you are, stupid coral.]

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[Stop being such a stubborn goat.]

Don't shoot my idea down when you haven't even heard it.

[It's an unavoidable fate for the spawn of Bulma and Vegeta, I fear.]

I am not doing the coordinated 'twin' thing.

[...it sounds like something Bulla would be excited to play around with okay.]

[You're not getting out of this easily, Trunks. Angelo is not one to give up on an idea.]

Why not? It could be fun! Come on, don't be so grumpy about it.

Edited 2012-08-29 02:41 (UTC)

[And you're not going to convince him easily.]

No.

[He sees he has to be more forceful in this situation.]

Is that your favorite word? Do you enjoy saying that to people? Well, two can play at this game. [He gets very close to Trunks' face and glares at him.] I tried being nice, but you insist on being difficult.

[Trying to out-stubborn a Saiyan? Good luck.]

No, my favorite word is defenestration.

[Sry Angelo, he doesn't look particularly intimidated.]

One would think if you and I wanted to not be mistaken for one another, we'd have to make ourselves appear different.

[He could do it, just watch.]

Interesting word choice, I do hope you don't practice that frequently.

[He then shakes his head, wow you're so stiff and boring.] Ah you're no fun, maybe it is better that I give up and simply forget being nice. Having someone like you running around looking similar to me might ruin my chances with the ladies.

Edited 2012-08-30 22:34 (UTC)

It's just an interesting word.

[Also he's had it practiced on him a few times. Violently. After creating the window with his head.]

Considering I'm not interested and you obviously are, I think your chances would remain just fine.

[Teasing Trunks is slowly becoming a new favorite pastime of his. Just because he wants to see his reactions.]

Are you always this uninteresting? You need to add some excitement in your life, Trunks. Why don't we go somewhere fun? Just the two of us.

I've had enough excitement for a while.

[longest two weeks of his life ever, Angelo, srsly.]

Mostly, I'm ready to get into clothes that don't have a giant blood-soaked hole in them.

[My he's nonchalant about this whole thing.]

[Angelo really wants to roll his eyes, but he only does it mentally. Instead, he only smiles at Trunks even if it's more of a smirk.]

All right Your Grumpiness, let's go get you some new clothing. Shall I carry you to the clothing shop while we're at it? Maybe even help you dress and put your shoes on too.

[He can do that eye-rolly thing too, and he's not bothering to hide it.]

I can dress myself. I've been doing it for a while and all.

[You are such an ass not-twin.]

[He can see that, not-twin. He might also be getting very close to him with his smile becoming a smirk.]

Well then you're saving me trouble and time on one step. [He opens his arms slightly as if the gesture is to pick him up.] So shall we go? I'm ready when you are.

[Good luck trying, he weighs a ton. Super-dense bones and muscles and all. He'll just start walking, and toss back over his shoulder:]

Thanks for being so accommodating, but I can also walk. I'm dead, not invalid.

[Boy he seems to have gained a new command of sarcasm lately. Vegeta is such a bad influence.]

[He shrugs and walks at his side, since he's not about to be left behind.]

If you insist, Your Grumpiness. Or should I call you Your Undeadness? Since according to you, you're not among the living.

[Yeah, two can play at this game.]

[Annoying.]

Or just Trunks. I may technically be a prince, but there's really no use in standing on ceremony, is there?

[Well, game's fun for one of them at least.]

[How rude.]

Ah no wonder I felt my skin crawling when I was around you, you're of noble blood.

[Yeah, he's not holding back. He has this thing against nobility, sorry Trunks.]

Edited 2012-09-11 00:41 (UTC)

[Considering you're not actively trying to kill him he's not all that bothered.]

Nothing saying you have to hang around someone that makes you feel so uncomfortable.

[He's just laughing a bit before leaning towards Trunks' ear and whispers into it.]

Maybe there's a reason I don't leave your side and we may have more in common than you think.

[He then pulls away with a smirk before walking ahead of the other a little.]

Is that what it is.

[He could just fly away. Go back to his house, where Gohan would probably be. Or find Mom.

He's never been one to take the easy way out of things.]

What? You don't enjoy my company? Ouch, I'm deeply hurt, perhaps even wounded by your words of pain. [He's putting his hand to his heart and looking as if he's in some minor pain.] I might be bleeding on the inside and you'd be unaware.

Edited 2012-09-12 03:45 (UTC)

[WHY DO YOU INSIST ON STICKING AROUND HE IS HORRIBLE COMPANY HE HAS HAD NO OPPORTUNITY TO PRACTICE DECENT SOCIAL SKILLS...]

More like I can't understand why you enjoy mine.

[seriously, formative years spent getting thrown off cliffs and being traumatized by the agonizing deaths of everyone around him, he's pretty sure he's horrible to be around.]

I'm pretty sure you're not, even if your cologne covers up any potential smell of blood rather effectively.

[Because he enjoys teasing and attempting to troll you.]

You may have royal blood, but I can look past that.

[Yeah, he said that and are you smelling him?]

It's my favorite cologne and I didn't think it had that potent of a smell.

[Oh for...sigh.]

Just forget about that, I don't even know why I said it.

[It's not like being very technically the prince of Saiyans is relevant in any way. Also? He can't help it.]

Probably not to someone who doesn't have a superhuman sense of smell.

So you're a weirdo on top of being royalty, I see.

[He's so kind, really he is.]