By Auqilla
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With one leg on an errant persian rug, another on the carpeted step behind it, she proceeded to vacuum. Of course, this was made rather difficult by the fact that the rug was on a bit of tiled floor just in front of the door and was slowly but surely slipping away from her. So thus she continued attacking dust ingrouned into the rug while falling into the splits and getting tangled in vacuum cord. it might also be useful to point out that this was all happening in the hallway, so there was really no room for doing anything other than what she was trying her damnedest to accomplish.
Unbeknown to her a certain demi-sayain stood a little way behind her with a mixture of confusion, humour and wackyness on his face while trying not to laugh and give himself away, which made him almost as funny to look at as his mate.
He couldn't hold his laughter in however when the mat finally gave way and she landed in a tangled heap of rug, legs, arms and vacuum cleaner. From underneath the strange pile a raven-black eye contemplated the warrior rolling with laughter on the floor; and finally the mess resolved itself into a half-pissed half-laughing woman who at that moment felt very stupid and very, very young.
in control of himself once more the man thus addressed her: "Pan-chan, what on EARTH were you doing?"
a beet-red blush spread itself across her face and she smiled sheepishly, replying, "Vacuuming.....sorta...."
"I don't know what that was but I know it definitely WASN'T vacuuming! Was it a new technique perhaps? You know, like the tangled-in-a-cord attack?! He or maybe - I know! - it was the flying carpet! Yeah and if someone threatens you you can defend yourself by it real good - fall into a heap like that and they won't be able to touch you!"
Unfortunately for Trunks, his mate at first responded to this teasing by growing more embarrased by the second, then she got fed up and just plain flipped. Not literally of course - she'd already done that once.
No, this time she flared into SSJ and all poor Trunks saw was an evil smirk before suddenly all his clothes were vapourised. Over the initial shock he smirked too, and said, "Like that is it then?" before chasing after the fleeing woman.
He caught up to her and pulled the carpet from under her feet, causing her to summersault in the air before landing ungracefully on the floor. "You have a habit of doing that Panny," although Trunks was far from concerned about his mate's apparent clumsiness. With a small ki ball he made her clothes also disappear and smiled down at her evilly.
"Bastard! They were my favourite cargos! You're gunna get it now!" With that pan flew to the laundry and levitated to the ceiling just above the doorway. and indeed Trunks did 'get it', although he didn't realize till he felt something dripping down from his hair. He pulled his hand away after a brief inspection only to find it was a nice healthy bright green. Cackling with laughter pan quickly made her escape, on her way dropping a curious brown bottle. the lable read 'instant wool dye'. Trunks immediatley went into SSJ2, although to his dismay his hair was flying round his head in waves of bright green. He roared and shot after his mischevious mate.
This time there was no escape and Trunks easily captured her - she rightly began fearing for her life, or if not her life at least her dignity.
Baring his fangs like a bloodthirsty vampire he growled, "You're mine now," and faster than even she could believe he had her immovably tied to their king size bed.
Laughing like a maniac Trunks commented, "I'm gunna enjoy this!" He then proceeded to tickle-torture her til she was screaming. "Beg and I might consider stopping."
"Beg?" She incredulously repeated. "Never!"
"Oh i was hoping you'd say that."
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