How It Happened: The Conception of Trunks

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Vegeta heavily sighed as he entered the dark house. After a long strenuous day of training, all he wanted to was a steaming, hot shower and a soft bed. He had been staying with the Briefs family for 2 years now, so he had become accustomed to the way these humans led their lives. He walked down the blackened corridors that would eventually lead him to his desired destination: the bathroom.

"That darn woman and her faulty machinery…," Vegeta growled. "You'd think she would build equipment worthy enough for the Prince of Saiyans by now!"

It was quiet all around. In all truth, it was unsettling. He suddenly got the feeling that someone was following him in the shadows. Vegeta whipped around and dropped gracefully into his fighting stance.

"Show yourself!" he barked. "I know you're there!"

All that met him was silence. He grunted in annoyance and continued on his way, becoming more cautious the further he went.

Vegeta arrived at the restroom without incident. As he was turning the doorknob to enter, there was a resounding 'CRASH' that came from behind him. Vegeta turned around so fast, he practically gave himself whiplash. He peered into the darkness and as he did, he saw something shimmering on the ground. Crouching down to get a closer look, he noticed a vase smashed in a thousand shards scattered about the floor.

Vegeta turned up his lip in disgust, "Whoever did this is truly an idiot."

Unbeknownst to Vegeta, a shadow loomed behind him holding a frying pan in its clutches. (Yes, you know the one.)

Vegeta sensed someone behind him once again. But as he turned to face his pursuer, the Frying Pan of Doom sent him to the ground in one fell swoop.

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The blue-haired attacker emerged from the shadows, smirking victoriously as she looked upon her victim.

"Heh. I got you now, Vegeta. I'll teach you not to blow me off."

Bulma picked up Vegeta's legs and proceed to drag him up the stairs. Soft thumps could be heard for every step the Prince's head hit. She made it halfway up the stairs when Vegeta began to stir.

"Ughhh…" Vegeta moaned, eyelids fluttering,

"OH CRAP!"

Bulma dropped Vegeta in shock and unfortunately for him, he tumbled down the stairs and hit the wall at the end. If he wasn't out before, he was now.

The blue-haired genius stood at the top of the stairs with her jaw ajar for a few moments before retrieving the Saiyan Prince. Once at the top of the stairs, Bulma dragged Vegeta's unconscious body into her room. She shut the door behind them, smug and snickering all the while…

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Meanwhile, the authoress and friends go to the living room and have a rousing game of poker with drinks and snacks. They are all blissfully unaware of what's happening upstairs and would like to keep it that way.

Poker became dull after awhile, so they leave and catch a movie and joyrided the rest of the night away, not coming back until the next morning…

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Vegeta groggily opened his eyes. He felt like he'd been bowled over by Recoome.

"Ugh. My head," Vegeta muttered as he rolled on his back. It was then he realized something. "Wait… This isn't my room…"

Vegeta warily turned his head to the side to see a mass of blue hair on the pillow beside him. He blinked and rolled back to his previous position. Alas, realization was ready and waiting for him.

"...OH MY -!"

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Fin.