Fifty- Closets Are Just Our Thing

"Where are they?" A sixteen year old Ohime wondered, as she sat at the breakfast table with her two brothers.

"Probably hiding, because they grew tired of listening to you whine." Orion muttered.

"I do not whine." Ohime nearly shouted.

"What are you doing now?" Orion snapped.

"Making my point!"

"Whatever," Orion rolled his eyes.

Seven year old Zeke ate his breakfast happily, as he looked back and forth between his two older siblings. They were fighting like they frequently did. He looked at both ends of the table to see his parents missing...how strange. His Dad normally sat at the right end drinking coffee and eating breakfast, and his Mom sat on the other end eating while telling everyone what was going to happen for the day. He huffed, blowing some of his lavender locks out of his face. His black eyes scrutinising his siblings again…

"Where are Mom and Dad?"

"That's what we're trying to find out," Orion replied. "Since Dad is missing, that leaves me as man of the house!" He exclaimed, standing up from his chair.

"You are far from being a man, Ori." Ohime snickered.

"Take that back, Hime!" he shouted.

"NO!" Ohime yelled back. "You think you're so big and bad- you can't even work up the nerve to ask Sadie out!"

Orion blushed lightly. "I'm waiting for the right time thank you very much!"

Ohime snorted. "Yeah... Sure."

"The twins are fighting again," Pan whispered.

Trunks sighed as he looked at his wife with a crooked smile. "We really need to find better spots."

"What?" Pan laughed. "Closets are just our thing."

"At least this one is A LOT bigger," he laid down, resting his feet on the wall.

"True," Pan agreed, lying down beside him, cuddling against his side.

Suddenly the phone started ringing and the two heard Zeke answer it. After a few seconds they heard him speak. "Grandma ChiChi made some cookies!"

"Have fun!" Pan yelled out.

"Where are you and Dad?!" came Ohime's voice.

"Hiding from you kids!" Trunks yelled out this time. "And you'll never find us!" he smirked.

"More cookies for us!" Orion called out.

"Be safe!" Pan bellowed.

"Come on!" Ohime flew out with her brothers.

"So..." Pan said once the kids were a good distance away. "We have the whole house to ourselves."

"Well there's Sparta and Yoshii," Trunks grinned.

"Oh you know what I mean!" Pan sat up, straddling him.

"Oh I do?" Trunks asked, placing his hands behind his head. "And just what do you want to do with me in this empty house?"

Pan smirked. "Let me show you!" she lowered herself and kissed him hard on the lips.

"So," Ohime tapped her foot in front of her parent's hours later, as they sat on the couch. "What do you two have to say for yourselves?"

"What?" Trunks asked as he looked up at his children.

"You two can't just run off and hide like that!"

"Yes we can," Pan said simply. "We're the parents."

"You two are impossible sometimes," Orion smirked, similar to his father's.

"Where were you two hiding?" Zeke asked.

"We can't tell you," Pan smiled. "It's been our hiding place for years."

"Way before you guys were even born," Trunks smirked.

Ohime couldn't help but smile. "I swear, sometimes you two act like teenagers."

Trunks and Pan just laughed. "Oh! To be young again…" Pan sighed as she cuddled close to her husband. "Honestly, I wouldn't want to go back."

"Me either," Trunks said. "I like where we're at now."

"Me too…Lets not age anymore."

"Yeah? Sounds like a plan to me."

Orion laughed as he sat down on a recliner, and Zeke started playing with his Lego set.

"Honestly, you two are probably the weirdest people I know," Ohime stated. "But I'm glad you're weird, because you're my kind of weird."

Orion snorted. "Suck up."

"Oh, shut up you!" Ohime ran over and attacked him.

Trunks shared a look with Pan. "Closet?"

The woman smirked. "Let's go now before they see us!"

Trunks laughed before scooping his wife up in his arms and dashing off. The twins were fighting, but they would stop as soon as the hunger set in. Then they would sit down as a family and have dinner, and things would be peaceful...Well as peaceful as they could get, with two sixteen year olds and a seven year old. Honestly though... Trunks and Pan wouldn't want it any other way…

There's nothing I can say that I haven't already said before... It's a bittersweet moment each time I finish a story, and I just want to thank everyone for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it as much I enjoyed writing it.

I hope to see you guys at my other stories, it would be a shame to never hear from anyone again. You're reviews are precious even if you think they're simple. :)

-KaitAstrophe