This is my first one-shot, so please be nice
This is my first one-shot, so please be nice!
It took me two days to write this, and it's a Bulma x Trunks fluff!
I don't see enough of these. .
Fluff warning!
"Trunks!" His voice cut through the somewhat calm air.
"Vegeta! What did our son do this time?" Vegeta's wife, Bulma, called, ignoring the fact that that yell was directed to her son, not her.
"None of your business, Woman!" Vegeta retorted.
"I make it my business, you know!" Hearing his parents argue again, a little lavender haired boy crouched further under the couch, trying his best not to make a sound. Four year-old Trunks Briefs was a little scared, but he would never get more than a broken rib or a minor concussion. Afterwards, his father would be assigned the couch and the little boy would reign supreme once again.
After about 30 seconds of arguing, justice was served on a platter.
"Vegeta, couch!" Oh yes, childish innocence sure did come in handy.
Grumbling all the way, Vegeta stormed right past a somewhat scared Trunks, and left the room on his way to the gravity chamber to steam off.
Taking a deep breath, Bulma turned towards the couch "It's ok, Trunks. You can come out now."
Knowing he was caught, Trunks used his childish persona out crept out from under the couch, pretending to be on the verge if tears like any normal four year-old child would be. His mother immediately ran up to him and embraced Trunks so hard that the boy nearly choked. Just as his face started to turn blue, Bulma released Trunks from the embrace.
When he regained some air, Trunks stared at his mother in silent awe. His mother was crying. Adults weren't supposed to cry. 'Daddy doesn't cry.' Trunks thought.
"Why are you crying, mommy? Did daddy hurt you?" Trunks asked in the cutest voice he could muster. This took Bulma aback, but she replied in a voice just above a whisper.
"Nothing's wrong, sweetie, and no, daddy didn't hurt me…" She couldn't tell her only son the truth; it would tear the poor boy apart if he knew. Just because Vegeta used to a cold-blooded killer, doesn't mean Trunks wouldn't have to know.
"Oh… okay." Trunks grinned widely and hugged his mother tightly. "I love you, Mommy."
Bulma smiled and returned her son's embrace.
"I love you too, Trunks."
Yes, short.
I know.
So… how was it?
A little mushy, sure. I think I did pretty good.
Oh, and as always, please review!
