disclaimer: you gotta be kiddin'. ofcorse it's not mine

Trunks was sitting on a bench outside C.C, swinging his legs back and forth, blowing bubbles.

His mother had managed to get him a day off training with his father. She said she wanted him to have fun being a kid before he started saving the world like the other Z Fighters.

So there he was, blowing bubbles. There wasn't anything else to do. Goten was out visiting relatives with his mother and brother so he couldn't call him over. He wasn't in the mood for pranks, even if he was his mother had confiscated all his pranking tools a week ago. But he didn't mind. He liked watching the bubbles float in the soft breaze, they were pretty.

He dipped his red bubble wand into the mixture and was about to blow when he heard a growl behind him. He turned and met eyes with his fahter.

"Hi Daddy!" he chirped happily.

"What in Kamis name are you doing?!"

"Blowin' bubbles. You wana go?"

"No I don't want a go! Why are you doing such a stupid thing?"

"They're pretty."

Vegeta just about lost it there. His son was blowing bubbles. Worse than that, he said they were pretty! 'It 's all that damned womans fault. She probably gave him the bubbles too.'

Vegeta took a deep breth so he wouldn't be tempted to blow up the child infront of him. "Give them to me."

"But I want to blow more bubbles."

"Give the to me!" Vegeta raised his voice.

"Nooooo!" Trunks whining voice made Vegeta cringe. "If you want some bubbles go ask Mummy. That's where I got mine."

'I knew it!' Vegeta thought as he stomped into the house. He continued to stomp until he reached the lab. Bulma was buisy with designs for a new spaceship and didn't realise he was there until-

"Oi, woman!"

She cringed. 'Just when I got a moments peace.'

"Don't you 'oi, woman' me! I have a name" she said, matter-of-factly "and it's high time you learned it!"

Vegeta ignored her comment, he had something more important to discuss. "What the hell are you trying to do to the boy?!"

"Don't you mean Trunks, your son? And I'm trying to raise him to be a dignified member of society, unlike his father!"

"I don't give a damn about that! I'm talking about those bubbles. That boy's gonna be a fighter not a pansy!"

"For goodness sake, Vegata! He's a child!"

"I forbid you from giving him bubbles ever again!"

"Oh you forbid me, do you?" she was now standing infront of Vegeta, poking him in the chest. "Well I'm sorry to inform you but you're not prince of this planet and deffinately not prince of me!"

"Shut up! Just make sure it doesn't happen again!"

With that Vegeta stomped back outside, snached the bubble mixture from his sons hand and tipped it out on the grass.

Trunks sat stunned for a while then ran off wailing "Mum! Dad tipped my bubbles away!!"

Vegeta, now fully satisfied, walked off to the G.R to train.

3 hours later Vegeta walked to the backyard ,covered in sweat, only to find his son sitting on the grass surrounded by...teddy bears?!

He looked into the window behind him and saw Bulma, smirking her brains out.

"Damn woman" he muttered and stomped off to his room.

sorry for spelling and whatnot. it's sometimes hard to belive that english is my first language. i'm just that bad at it.

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