Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Dragon Ball Z.
Ok in this story, Trunks and Goten are 14 and 13. Bra is 9. Pan is 7.
I woke up in a daze. It was early. Too early. 5:00 AM early and dad was pounding on my door.
"Get up brat!" he barks at me.
I turn to the clock. Honestly, do we have to train this early every single morning? Well I know what's good for me so I roll out of bed and put on some clothes then head to the gravity room.
He, of course, is already in there waiting for me.
"Took you long enough." he says impatiently.
"I'm tired." I growl.
"Watch your tone with me."
"It's physically impossible to watch a tone." I say, being a smart alec. Like always.
Dad gives me a warning with a flash of his eyes. Normally he'd argue back, but I think I got him on that one.
He turns up the gravity and we begin our training.
Nothing unusual. This is how it's happened every morning since… ever. Ever since I can remember. He's been a bit harsher with me since I've been quite the back talker lately. But hey, I guess I'm asking for it.
After we train, I head to the kitchen and mom has breakfast out on the table for us. This is a nice treat, she's usually snoozing right now.
I take a seat at the table and start dishing my plate up.
"You're up early mother."
"Yeah I just have so many things to get done today I figured I'd get an early start." she says with a faint smile.
"Thanks for breakfast." I smile as sweetly as I possibly can. She could use some happiness. She's done nothing but work lately.
"You're welcome Trunks." She says back with a genuine smile.
Dad comes into the kitchen with his nose in the air. He's such a snob. He sits down at the table, waiting for mom to dish his breakfast up for him.
"Good morning Vegeta!" She grins.
"Where's my food?" He says with a scowl.
I roll my eyes.
"Here!" She merrily places his plate in front of him. Sometimes I wonder how she stays so positive around that man. He always puts me in a grumpy mood.
"Are you completely helpless?" I say annoyed. "The prince of all Saiyans doesn't even know how to get his own food?"
He scowls dangerously at me.
"For your information, the prince of all Saiyans does not need to get his own food. It is brought to him like it should be!"
"Well I'm a prince too and I want you to get me my drink. Hop to it!"
Dad raises his hand to strike me, but lucky for me, mom interrupts.
"Oh there's no need to argue trunks. I'll get your drink."
"No mother, I'll get my own drink because I'm not lazy."
This time I don't get lucky and dad whacks me on the back of the head. He opens his mouth to say something, but mom talks first.
"I like getting things for your father, Trunks. Because I love him!" She smiles like a school girl. Dad pretends to ignore her remark, and keeps eating.
We sit in an awkward silence eating our breakfast until dad speaks up.
"You're up early." He says without even looking at mom.
"I have a lot of work to get done."
Dad gets a smirk on his face. "I thought you'd be sleeping until noon after last night."
Mom giggles.
"OH COME ON!" I yell. "I'M EATING! I DON'T WANT HEAR ABOUT THAT!"
Dad just smiles and mom is giggling once again.
I shake my head. "Keep it to yourself." I mumble.
Just then Bra walks in.
"Good morning sweetheart." Mom greets her.
"Good morning mama, good morning papa." She says giving each of them a kiss. What a suck up.
She grabs a plate and sits next to me. She kicks my leg under the table. Oh great. This is the kind of day I'm in for.
I shoot a Vegeta-patented scowl at her.
"MOMMMMMY DADDDDDY!!!!! TRUNKS IS KICKING ME UNDER THE TABLE AND PULLING MEAN FACES!!!!!!!"
"Trunks!" Mom yells.
"I didn't kick her! I swear!" I say in defense. Always my defense, never really works.
"Trunks you better watch it." Dad warns. "It is way to early to be starting this up."
"Starting what up?! She's the one that kicked me!"
"I don't wanna hear it mister." Mom says seriously. "Now I've gotta get to work and I want you to behave. I'll be in the lab if anyone needs me."
Mom exit's the kitchen.
"Apologize to your sister at once." Dad demands.
"But dad I--"
"--I'm not in the mood for excuses. Apologize!"
"Father!"
"NOW!" He yells.
I sigh. I'm so tired of Bra getting me in trouble over her little lies. I would say it's a phase, but she's been doing it since she could talk. The worst is when I have to apologize to her for something I didn't even do. I'm sick of it!
I sigh, take a deep breath, and try to prepare myself for what might happen after these next words leave my lips.
"I'm will NOT apologize because I did NOT kick her."
Dad stands up from his chair real quick.
"Do NOT disobey me, Trunks!"
"Well show me some respect then!"
Dad violently yanks me out of my chair and drags me to the gravity room with me protesting the entire way.
"You're overreacting!" I shout.
"You're gonna get it brat!" He shouts back.
Okay so there's my first chapter. What do you guys think so far? Reviews are very appreciated! Constructive criticism is too!!!!!!!!!