Hi! This is my first creative writing done on the computer! Yay me!

Vegeta: Get on with the story. You are boring me.

Me: Well aren't YOU nice. Do me a favor and say the disclaimer.

Vegeta: [growls] Don't boss me around. This young whippersnapper does not own Dragon Ball or any of the characters.

Me: Whippersnapper?

99,999...100,000. Vegeta panted as he finished his training in the gravity room. He took a shower[ Bulma swore she would kick him out if he didn't.], put on a clean uniform, and went out to the back. He breathed in the fresh air. All was peaceful after Buu had been defeated. There were some minor weird stuff like Good Buu used as a trampoline for Goten and Trunks, but everything was alright. Then…

"BYE! I'll see you tomorrow!" Trunks yelled at one of his human friends, snapping Vegeta back into reality. Trunks was grinning from ear to ear. The lavender haired boy held a baseball bat along with a baseball glove and a baseball.

"Where were you? We were supposed to train today!" barked Vegeta in annoyance.

Trunks's smile drooped. "That was today?" Trunks asked quietly. He was so caught up playing baseball he had forgotten. That was surprising because Vegeta reminded him all yesterday and made Trunks write it on his calendar. Most dads would be kind and go fishing with their sons like Goku and his sons but Vegeta wasn't like most dads. He was an alien from Planet Vegeta. Not to mention that he was the Saiyan Prince and had a LOT of pride.

Vegeta fumed. "How could you forget I reminded you so much I was annoyed TELLING you about it! But no, you just forgot."

Normally if you just put on a cute smile it works but not with Vegeta. Trunks sighed and went inside with Vegeta to eat dinner.

Capsule Corporation's dining room was quiet. Bulma noticed Trunks and Vegeta weren't talking to each other.

"Sooo… how was your baseball practice today, Trunks?" Bulma asked.

"Fine." Trunks replied. Usually Trunks would spend the whole time talking about it but today was an exception.

After dinner Vegeta went to go train a little more. Bulma took that chance to talk to Trunks. "Why is your dad mad at you?" she asked Trunks.

"He got mad when I skipped training today." Trunks answered.

Hmm… I wonder what I can do? Bulma thought.

Bulma called Vegeta and Trunks to the living room. Neither looked thrilled to come. Trunks looked at the floor and Vegeta just scowled.

"What do you want, woman?" Vegeta snapped. "I have training to do."

Bulma smiled. "You are going to play baseball. With Trunks. So skip your training for today grumpy pants."

"WHAT?" Trunks and Vegeta yelled in shock.

"Get ready boys. Vegeta if you don't I will dismantle the gravity room and Trunks, I will take away your Xbox so get going!"

"Okay Dad I already explained the rules. So let's GO!" Trunks smiled.

"Very well but I will hate this."

"I know!"

Vegeta stepped on the diamond and put the bat in the form Trunks taught him. He grimaced. Trunks prepared to throw the ball. He grinned and threw. Vegeta swung the bat but missed. They kept trying to get Vegeta to hit it but unfortunately he kept missing. One of his many misses included him tripping over the bat, face first in the ground. Trunks tried not to laugh. His father, the proud Prince of the Saiyans, was a FAIL at baseball!

"CURSE THIS SPORT!" Vegeta shouted. Trunks chuckled.

The sun had set. They left to go home as Vegeta muttered about how he would sue the MLB.